** Hidden Beauty**
With hidden whiteness amidst dreaming brush,
Where colors mingle, painting verses’ blush.
Her portrait fair, a masterpiece concealed,
Whose beauty glows, with fervent zeal concealed.
When brushes dance and hues begin to blend,
Her image finds a life, a tale to send.
The colors’ symphony, a vibrant choir,
Awakens dreams and sets the heart afire.
But in the hush, a touch of melancholy,
As if her beauty were a stolen folly.
Beneath the brush, her radiance confined,
A longing whispers, aching and defined.
Oh, secret muse, your beauty, a sweet pain,
A captive bird, longing to soar again.
