A woman in a white dress standing in front of a sunset

In eyes of blue, a silent tale is spun, With loops of azure twined in coiled grace, Where whispers of a hidden depth begun. A splash of crimson, like a setting sun, Adorns her with a playful, warm embrace, In eyes of blue, a silent tale is spun. A choker's line 'gainst skin, so finely done, As though with careful touch, an artist's trace, Where whispers of a hidden depth begun. A gaze that holds, as if it's speaking one On one, with words that time cannot erase, In eyes of blue, a silent tale is spun. Her posture speaks of battles fought and won, In quiet strength, she carves her own space, Where whispers of a hidden depth begun. So let the looped blue locks, undone, Tell stories that the heart will keenly chase, In eyes of blue, a silent tale is spun, Where whispers of a hidden depth begun.