In the quiet dawn, her silhouette shines,
A symphony of grace, in every line.
Her laughter, like a melody, fills the air,
A gentle whisper, a tender prayer.

Her eyes, deep rivers of endless night,
Reflecting dreams, shimmering with light.
A cascade of hair, like the softest silk,
Caressing the wind, as smooth as milk.

Her smile, a beacon of warmth and peace,
Bringing solace, where shadows cease.
With every step, she paints the ground,
A dance of elegance, a silent sound.

She is the dawn, the dusk, the song,
A beautiful woman, forever strong.
Her spirit, a flame that never fades,
In her presence, the world cascades.