Concealed Charisma Is Beautiful

Springtime facade shines on convivial tapestry, Monet’s luminous landscape of vibrant vivacity within sparkling blue lagoon of dreaming eyes. On luscious lips the petals of blooming lotus lie, painted on the satin canvas of cute countenance, designing narcissistic features of innate elegance with the hues of Dorian Gray syndrome subdued by pervading pride of indomitable youth imbued. On the withered canvas the wheels of time creep, the spider of age weaves the web of wrinkles deep. Weary eyes look forlornly at weathered wasteland, wilted lips lose luster of lotus once lovingly grand. Hedonist psyche refuses to accept the fated loss, even when time comes for the last mile to cross. What is a face if not a metaphor for trait panorama, snapshot in beholder’s eyes of concealed charisma.