Her eyes, they see every
True things within me
Her lips, they paint words
In the air like a delicate butterflies
Her gaze, deeper than oceans,
Vaster than the skies
Her energy, a pulsating force
Vivacious and bright
Her silhouette, a gentle outline
Against the evening sky
Her aroma, a blend of blooming
Flowers and a lightning struck night
Every single part of her
Perfections that nobody can change
Her voice, a melody,
Carved from whispers of the winds,
It dances in the corridors of my soul,
A song only my heart understands.
Her touch, a gentle spark,
Igniting constellations on my skin,
Fingers like wandering artists,
Sketching galaxies within.
Her laughter, a cascade of stars,
Each note a prism of light,
It lingers, a haunting echo,
Through the stillness of my nights.
Her mind, a labyrinth of wonders,
Where dreams take their first flight,
A tapestry woven with wisdom and grace,
A sanctuary of infinite light.
Her presence, a radiant eclipse,
Both shadow and shine entwined,
A paradox of chaos and calm,
A mystery only time can find.
Her heart, an eternal fire,
Unyielding to the fiercest storm,
A beacon in my darkest seas,
A place I long to call home.
Every fragment of her existence,
A symphony of unspoken art,
She is the universe itself,
And I, a wanderer in her heart.
