Poem
In the calm of poppies, your face takes shape,
Delicate beauty, in divine hues drape,
Red petals surround your graceful art,
Like a gentle dream that never departs.
Your eyes reflect the world’s deep lore,
Each gaze, a story that floods and more,
Poppies bow in silent reverence true,
To your serene beauty, mysterious and new.
Every feature of your face tells poetry,
In this garden of colors, your soul is free,
Poppies whisper ancient secrets so kind,
In the tranquility of art, my connection I find.
