In the quiet hush of morning light,
Her eyes awaken the world anew,
With every glance, the shadows take flight,
Unveiling dreams in skies of blue.
Her laughter, a melody of gentle streams,
Dancing through the valley of time,
Echoes of forgotten dreams,
In her presence, the world feels sublime.
Her strength, a fortress of silent might,
Carving paths through storms untold,
A beacon of hope in the endless night,
Her story, a tapestry of gold.
With grace she moves, a timeless art,
In every step, a tale unfolds,
Her spirit a fire, warming every heart,
In her embrace, lifeâs beauty holds.