a sense of strength and allure

More about a sense of strength and allure

A passionate muse, a vivid flame,
Her dress a whisper, yet shouts her name.
Hyper-real, each curve and line,
A portrait bold, her eyes divine.

Behind her stretches nature’s art,
Brushstrokes weave a painter’s heart.
Textures rich, each tone subdued,
A landscape caught in quiet mood.

Yet clashing comes the abstract veil,
A canvas lost, its hues turned pale.
Dull and bland, it fights to hide,
The vibrant truth where beauty bides.

Oil and canvas, truth displayed,
An artful dance, both sharp and frayed.
A flirt, a field, a clash so stark,
The portrait, the dull—both leave their mark.

with love by Mojo