In a sea of lavender, where the bees hummed,
A girl with pink hair, a soul that danced and strummed.
Her heart, a canvas painted in hues of love,
In Provence’s embrace, she sought dreams above.
With a lace umbrella, she wandered the fields,
Where purple horizons whispered secrets, concealed.
The scent of blossoms, a sweet, fragrant trail,
Guided her steps, where love’s fickle winds prevail.
Frida Kahlo, her idol, a woman of might,
A tempest of colors, her pain took to flight.
Yet, the girl in the lavender, though inspired,
Felt shadows of doubt, her spirit untired.
She sought love’s embrace amid blossoms aglow,
But love, a fleeting wisp, chose to come and go.
Her heart, like a butterfly, fluttered unsure,
In the field of love, it was love she’d endure.
The hues of her dreams were a painter’s delight,
Yet love’s cruel strokes often marred the canvas bright.
Frida’s resilience, a beacon to pursue,
But her frailty was human, her strength, not imbued.
Like a lavender bloom, so delicate, fair,
She craved love’s devotion, its tender care.
But seasons would pass, and hearts might betray,
In the lavender field, love’s price she would pay.
Love found and love lost, a bittersweet score,
In the lavender field, she’d search for amore.
Her pink hair would sway in the sun’s golden gleam,
As she yearned for a love that would linger and beam.
Dress & Fan: Antica Sartoriapositano
Earrings: Carolina Curado
