poem about the Renova

 Renova, oh beauty in a tube,

A whisper of luxury, a skincare rube, In cream and gentle touch, you reign supreme, A potion of revival, a radiant dream.

From the chambers of skincare lore, You emerge, oh Renova, to explore, The canvas of faces, a delicate hue, Transforming visages, renewing anew.

In hues of softness, like petals kissed, You smooth the skin, no detail missed, With retinoids’ magic, you gently unfurl, A symphony of youth in every swirl.

Oh, Renova, in your elegant guise, You defy the clock, where time belies, The wrinkles fade, the lines soften, In your embrace, beauty does often.

A dance with collagen, a tango with grace, Restoring resilience, etching a trace, Of vibrant days and nights serene, In every dollop of this skincare queen.

With each application, a ritual unfolds, A tale of radiance, as your story molds, You whisper secrets of rejuvenation’s spree, Oh Renova, in your potent decree.

So here’s to you, in your tube divine, Renova, the elixir of beauty's design, A melody of youth, a cosmetic forte, In your touch, skin finds its ballet.