In the quiet whisper of dawn’s first light,
She moves with grace, unseen to the eye,
Her beauty, a soft, eternal flight,
Like the moon that hangs in the sky.

Her laughter, a melody, pure and sweet,
Echoes through the corridors of the heart,
With every step, a rhythm complete,
An art that sets her apart.

Her eyes, deep pools of mystery and dreams,
Hold secrets of a thousand untold tales,
Like the rivers that flow in endless streams,
Her spirit, in love, never fails.

She is the sunbeam in a world of rain,
The blossom that blooms in the darkest night,
Her essence, a balm for every pain,
A beacon of hope, forever bright.