Portrait of Serenity

In a realm where paint and dreams collide,

A portrait of serenity, she does abide.

Her gaze, soft and deep as the tranquil sea,

Captures the essence of poetry, free.

 

Adorned with pearls and blooms so fair,

She whispers the language of the air.

Her cheeks, a rose's gentle flush,

Painted with nature's tender brush.

 

Amidst a swirl of pastel hues,

Her presence gently infuses.

A spirit of love, of grace, of light,

In her, the day finds respite from night.

 

Her hair, a cascade of golden thread,

Crowned with flowers, their petals spread.

Each curl tells a story of time's embrace,

Of moments cherished, of gentle grace.

 

Around her neck, pearls lay in grace,

With a gemstone’s gleam, her charm to trace.

A testament to beauty's timeless lore,

In her image, a romance to adore.

 

So let her dwell in frames of gold,

A vision of youth that never grows old.

Her portrait, a sanctuary for the eyes,

A serene escape from worldly ties.

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