Her eyes, like stars in midnight’s hush,
Deep pools where whispered secrets rush.
A gaze that lingers, soft yet bold,
A story in their depths untold.
Her lips, like petals kissed by dawn,
A crimson hue, so gently drawn.
Each word she speaks, a melody,
A song of love, so wild, so free.
Her hair, a river, dark as night,
Cascading waves of sheer delight.
Silken strands in moonlight’s glow,
A dance of shadows, soft and slow.
She moves with grace, the world takes a pause,
A vision wrapped in whispered awe.
For beauty shines not just outside,
But in her heart, so warm, so wide.
