In the morning light, her beauty shines bright,
Like the first bloom of spring after a long night.
Her eyes, twin stars in the twilight,
Illuminate the darkest corners of my sight.
Her smile, a crescent moon in the sky,
Melts the coldest hearts, makes them sigh.
With every graceful step she takes,
The earth trembles, and the dawn breaks.
Her voice, a soothing lullaby in the air,
Calms the storm, ends despair.
She is a symphony of grace and charm,
A gentle touch, a loving arm.
In her presence, the world is at peace,
Every worry, every fear, finds release.
She is the muse, the spark, the flame,
Her beauty, eternal, forever the same.