In the quiet dawn of morning light,
She stands, a vision pure and bright,
With eyes that gleam like stars at night,
She turns the darkness into light.

Her laughter dances in the air,
A melody so sweet and rare,
With every smile, a silent prayer,
That beauty found, is love to share.

Her grace, a whisper in the breeze,
A gentle touch that aims to please,
The world in awe, it seems to freeze,
At the sight of her with such ease.

In her presence, shadows fade,
A timeless charm that won’t degrade,
For she, a beautiful cascade,
Leaves memories that won’t evade.