Looking for love

In Looking for Love, a solitary woman strides forward, caught mid-movement, cloaked in elegance and enigma. She wears a sweeping black coat lined with gold, open to reveal a dress alive with floral patterns—symbols, perhaps, of vulnerability beneath composure. Her sunglasses mask her eyes, but not her intent.
The backdrop is a rich expanse of textured gold leaf, suggesting both the warmth of hope and the glare of longing. The gold doesn’t simply decorate; it presses in like expectation, like desire. She moves through it—undaunted, searching.
There’s power in her posture, but also a question. She isn’t waiting to be loved—she’s looking for it, on her own terms.
 
Looking for Love
She walks with the weight of silence
and the whisper of silk,
a floral heart
wrapped in armour.
 
The world watches,
but she does not pause—
only the gold beneath her feet
knows how many times she’s hoped.
 
Not for rescue.
Not for permission.
But for a hand that sees
without reaching to own.
 
Her heels echo through longing,
through the heat of golden streets—
where love is not a prize
but a path
she’s ready to meet
in step with another.
 
 
A4 size with gold leaf