Beneath the silver moon’s soft light,
A figure glides with grace untold,
Her presence warms the coldest night,
A beauty rare, a sight behold.
Her eyes, a sea of endless dreams,
Reflect the stars in heaven’s dome,
A gentle spark in twilight’s gleam,
She finds a heart, she finds a home.
The whispers of the morning breeze,
Entwine her hair in soft embrace,
With every step, the world she frees,
A symphony of endless grace.
Her laughter paints the skies anew,
A melody of pure delight,
In every glance, a love so true,
She is the dawn, the endless night.