In the presence of grace, where beauty lies,
Her eyes hold the secrets of the skies,
A gentle smile that the dawn defies,
She carries the moon in her soft sighs.

Her laughter, a melody so sweet,
Like whispers of the wind, quiet yet fleet,
With every step, a rhythm, a beat,
A dance of elegance, with no retreat.

Her spirit, a flame, so pure and bright,
Illuminating the darkest night,
In her presence, shadows take flight,
She is the sun, the ultimate light.

A beautiful woman, a timeless tale,
Her essence, a force that will never pale,
In her heart, a love that will prevail,
A living poem, a gentle gale.