Velata Rossa
Reflection
In the shadow of the crimson veil, a tale unfolds,
A mystic beauty, with eyes that behold,
The depths of soul, where secrets sleep,
And whispers of the heart, in silence keep.
The fabric flows, like a river's stream,
Red as the passion, that in her dreams,
The light dances, upon her skin so fair,
A gentle warmth, that banishes all care.
In this portrait, a story is revealed,
Of a woman shrouded, in mystery and concealed,
Yet, in her gaze, a truth is told,
A reflection of the heart, young and bold.
The artist's brush, with skill and art,
Has captured the essence, of this mystic heart,
A beauty veiled, yet radiant and bright,
A treasure hidden, in the light of night.