In realms where angels dances with delight,
There dwells a maiden, radiant and bright.
Her eyes, twin stars that shimmer in the night,
Unveil the secrets of a celestial flight.

Her smile, a sunbeam that graces the air,
Melts my heart of ice, banishing every care.
Her lips, like petals kissed by gentle rain,
Whisper sweet verses that heal all pain.

Her hair, a cascade of silk and gold,
Frames a face where elegance unfolds.
A porcelain canvas, flawless and fair,
Painted with grace and utmost care.

Oh Her voice, a symphony of dulcet tones,
Serenade my heart with soothing undertones.
Her, a chorus of joyous song,
Brings harmony where sorrow had thronged.

Her presence, a beacon of pure delight,
Illuminating my soul in her sight.
She's beauty's muse, a masterpiece divine,
A reflection of love's essence, so fine.

But beyond the surface, her truest grace,
Resides in a spirit that knows no trace
Of arrogance or vanity's cruel embrace,
For her kindness emanates from a sacred place.

She's more than a vision, she's a gentle soul,
A tapestry of beauty, making my heart whole.
In her, my world finds solace and reprieve,
A living poem, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, in her I believe.