I see red
In hues of mystery, a flower unfolds,
Its petals whispered secrets, yet untold.
Against a canvas bold, crimson and bright,
I see red, a captivating sight.
A blossom veiled in enigmatic grace,
Each stroke of red, an alluring embrace.
Its crimson dance, a tale left unsaid,
I see red, a mystery widespread.
The brush, a conduit for emotions deep,
Awakening passions, secrets it'll keep.
Within this art, a story takes its thread,
I see red, a tale yet to be read.
A scarlet backdrop, vibrant and alive,
Ignites the senses, makes the spirit thrive.
In this painting's realm, allure widespread,
I see red, a captivating spread.
The flower whispers secrets to my soul,
A tale of passion, of mysteries untold.
Immersed in art's embrace, I'm gently led,
As I see red, a canvas deeply bred.
