She walks with grace, a silent storm,
Through fields of dreams, both night and morn.
Her heart, a beacon, pure and bright,
Guides lost souls through darkest night.

In her eyes, the stars do dance,
Reflecting hope, a mere chance.
Her voice, a melody to soothe,
An endless echo, forever smooth.

With hands that heal and words that mend,
She builds a world where hearts can blend.
Her spirit, fierce, yet soft as dew,
A paradox, forever true.

She stands, unbroken, through life’s test,
A symbol of love, a soul at rest.
A woman’s worth, beyond the gold,
A tale of strength, forever told.