In the whisper of morning light she stands,
Draped in the dawnâs soft, golden embrace.
Her spirit blooms like a thousand strands,
Weaving elegance with a tender trace.
She moves with the rhythm of flowing streams,
Her laughter echoes in the gentle breeze.
In her eyes, a universe of dreams,
A quiet strength that puts the heart at ease.
Her touch is the balm to a weary soul,
Her words, a melody of hope and peace.
In her presence, broken hearts find their whole,
Wrapped in the warmth of a love that won’t cease.
She is the moonlight on a stormy sea,
A lighthouse guiding through the darkest night.
In her essence, all things are meant to be,
A testament to the power of light.