Crimson Enchantment

In the velvet folds of crimson, she wraps herself in mystery, A dance of shadows and light, where secrets are born. Her gaze, a window to the soul, whispers tales untold, As the fabric flows like a river, around her form, young and bold. With every fold, a story unfolds, of passion and of fire, A flame that burns, a heart that aspires, to touch the highest desire. In this portrait, we see a woman, lost in thought and dream, A vision of beauty, a heart that beats, a spirit serene. The red cloth, a symbol of power, of strength and of might, Envelops her, a cocoon of protection, a shield from the light. And yet, she emerges, a butterfly, from the cocoon's dark night, Unfurling wings, a masterpiece, of art and of delight.