Beneath the twilight’s gentle glow,
She stands, a muse the stars bestow.
Her gaze, a dance of moonlit beams,
A tapestry of endless dreams.

With every step, the earth does sing,
Her beauty, like the dawn of spring.
A whisper soft, her voice does weave,
A melody one can’t believe.

Her heart, a well of boundless grace,
In every smile, a warm embrace.
The world around her seems to bloom,
Dispelling every hint of gloom.

In her presence, shadows fade,
Her spirit, like the sun, displayed.
A beacon in the darkest night,
A testament to pure delight.