She is the verse the heavens sing, Â
Adorned in red, a royal thing, Â
A vision cast in twilight's glow, Â
Where only stars dare softly go. Â
Her grace, a dance of whispered light, Â
That turns the dark to purest white, Â
In her eyes, the galaxies sleep, Â
In her smile, the heavens weep. Â
So fair, so bright, so unrefined, Â
A beauty that both hearts and time confide— Â
Yet here I stand, in awe I confess, Â
Captive to her quiet, endless finesse.
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