In the garden of the night, under the moon’s soft glow,
She walks with elegance, a whispering breeze in tow.
Her eyes hold the stars, her smile the morning sun,
In her presence, all sorrows seem to run.

With a grace that rivals the gentle falling rain,
She moves like poetry, erasing all pain.
Her laughter, a melody, so pure and so bright,
It dances on the wind, bringing joy and light.

Her beauty is not just in the eyes, but in the soul,
A tapestry of kindness, making others whole.
She carries herself with a timeless charm,
A beacon of hope, a soothing balm.

In every word she speaks, there’s a tender embrace,
A soft touch that lingers, a delicate trace.
Beautiful woman, with a heart of gold,
In your presence, a thousand stories unfold.