In the quiet whisper of dawn’s first light,
She stands, a vision, pure and bright.
Her grace, a dance in the morning dew,
A melody of serenity, profoundly true.

Her eyes, twin pools of endless depth,
Reflect the dreams she’s deftly kept.
A smile that can calm the stormiest seas,
Her presence brings the heart such ease.

In her laughter, the world finds peace,
A gentle echo that bids sorrow cease.
Her strength, a beacon in the darkest night,
Guiding lost souls towards the light.

Her spirit, an unyielding force of love,
Soars like an eagle high above.
In her embrace, all wounds are healed,
The beauty of women, forever revealed.