Her hair, dark as a midnight sea,
Eyes alive with untamed adventure.
Every flutter sparked a blaze,
Igniting the world around her.
Even the silent, dreary night
Found its pulse, its reason to burn.

No wonder the wild ones circled,
Drawn like moths to her flame.
She, the firefly of the night,
A Tinkerbell in a world of shadows,
Surrounded by moonlit masquerades,
Entranced by her unearthly glow.

I waved, almost by accident,
And she swayed, a dance of light and shadow.
With her ethereal dust, she slipped away,
Evading the eager hands of men,
Hungry to possess what they couldn’t understand.
For this pearl was not forged to be captured,
But to be revered from afar.

Find her in solitude, and you’ll glimpse
The molten core beneath her grace—
Unbroken, like iron in the forge,
Refined, yet unyielding,
Sharper than the finest steel.

Her essence is a grand tapestry,
Woven with threads of unseen colors,
Simple, yet profound—
Like a child’s innocent crayon strokes
That somehow capture the world’s beauty.

These colors reveal her dreams,
A kaleidoscope of enchanting realms.
From afar, her fragrance drifts,
A scent of elegance and mystery,
Infusing the air with a radiant pause.

She is a rare essence,
A blend of gems, both known and secret,
Glowing with an inner light—
That’s why she captivates so effortlessly.

Even the boldest men approach,
Brave like explorers,
Seeking to unravel her mystery,
But they miss the truth—
Her heart is beyond the reach of charm or bravado,
Beyond the tools of seduction.

Though she ponders what tomorrow brings,
She needs no guide to find her wings.
With the brief time I had,
I saw the rarest of treasures—
I wished for more, more time,
To truly capture the essence
Of a woman so beautifully unique.


Janji Moore - 2021 ©️