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.