In the gentle sway of morning light,
Her presence graces the earth below,
With eyes that hold the stars at night,
And whispers where the soft winds blow.

She walks a path of timeless grace,
A tapestry of dreams untold,
In every smile, a warm embrace,
Her spirit shines in hues of gold.

The world around her blooms anew,
In gardens where her laughter plays,
With every word, a promise true,
A melody of endless days.

In her reflection, beauty’s song,
A dance of shadows and of light,
She weaves the world where hearts belong,
A beacon in the darkest night.