Cubist Gaze

In fragmented beauty, she stands tall, A mosaic of emotions, beyond them all. Her eyes, like windows to the soul, Reflect the depths of a heart made whole. With lips that whisper secrets untold, She gazes forth, her story unfold. In cubist shards, her visage shines, A kaleidoscope of inner designs. The brushstrokes dance, a vibrant hue, A symphony of color, both old and new. In this portrait, we find our own reflection, A mirror to the depths of our perception. The artist's hand, a guiding light, Illuminates the path, through the dark of night. And in her gaze, we find our own way, Through the labyrinth of life's complex day. With every glance, a tale is spun, Of dreams, of hopes, of life just begun.