Echoes of Sorrow

In the depths of her eyes, a tale is told, Of golden tears that fall like honeyed gold. A canvas weeps, as roses bloom and fade, A reflection of the heart's own shade. The brush dances, as colors blend and merge, A symphony of blue, a dance of emerge. The subject's gaze, a window to the soul, A journey through the depths, where emotions unfold. In every stroke, a story is revealed, A testament to the beauty that's concealed. The roses, like whispers, soft and low, Echoes of a sorrow that only art can know. The artist's touch, a gentle, loving hand, Guides the viewer through this emotional land. A world of feeling, where the heart can roam, And in the beauty, find a sense of home.