HER VISAGE, VEILED, A MYSTERY UNTOLD

Her visage, veiled, a mystery untold,
A canvas painted with celestial hues.
A secret garden, where beauty unfolds,
A sanctuary, where the spirit imbues.
Her costumes, dreams woven of silk and lace,
A masquerade, a fantasy's delight.
Yet, beneath the surface, a serene grace,
A soul pure and radiant, shining bright.
She's more than a vision, a muse divine,
A siren's call, a hypnotic sway.
Her beauty, a treasure, a priceless sign,
A masterpiece, day by day.
So let us gaze, entranced and amazed,
At Shweta's beauty, forever praised.