In the gentle whisper of the morning light,There lies a beauty, both subtle and bright,More than the shimmer of the outward grace,A warmth that glows from a kind embrace.Her eyes hold stories of forgotten dreams,Of laughter and tears, like flowing streams,An inner strength that silently speaks,In every smile, her spirit peaks.Through trials and triumphs, she walks with pride,Her beauty unyielding, like the ocean’s tide,Not just in visage, but in every deed,Her heart, a garden where pure virtues breed.In a world that often looks but does not see,She stands as a testament of harmony,An embodiment of grace, both inside and out,A timeless beauty, without a doubt.