Concealed Charisma

Springtime facade shines in embellished topography, embroidered enshrined on Monet landscape, luminous in effervescent elegance with sparkle of blue lagoon in dreaming ebullient eyes, entranced, and with lustrous lotus petals of luscious lips fervent, painted on silken canvas of magnetic countenance, carved with narcissistic contours of innate pride with dormant Dorian Gray syndrome subdued. The sands of time roll over wrinkled canvas, winter twilight spider weaves webs of facial furrows of creased contentment, empty eyes gaze, forlorn at weathered wasteland, the lips of faded flower lose passion patina, enticing once, hedonist psyche refuses to gauge the grief of loss, trapped in transient notion sanguine, for what is a face if not a metaphor for proclivity panorama, the enduring snapshot capturing mesmeric moments in timeless frame of concealed charisma, contained.