In the quiet dusk, her beauty blooms,
A gentle whisper in the evening air,
Her grace, a secret the moon assumes,
With every step, she paints the night fair.

Eyes that hold the depth of ancient seas,
A gaze that warms the coldest heart,
Her laughter dances with the breeze,
A masterpiece of timeless art.

Her spirit, fierce as the morning sun,
Yet soft as petals of a rose,
In her, the universe is spun,
A mystery that no one knows.

She walks through life, a queen unbound,
With every word, a soothing song,
Her presence, peace and love profound,
In her embrace, we all belong.