Crimson Enchantment
Reflection
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.