Amira shines with grace, so pure, so bright,
A princess draped in heaven’s golden light.

Her presence, soft as petals in the breeze,
A whispering charm that sets the heart at ease.

With beauty rare, like moonlight on the sea,
She walks, and all the world bows gracefully.

Her eyes, like stars, with tender glances gleam,
A sight so fair, it feels just like a dream.

Her voice, so soft, like music in the air,
Each word she speaks is sweet and fair.

Her smile, a spark that warms the coldest night,
It fills the world with joy and pure delight.

Her hands, so light, like feathers on the skin,
A touch so kind, it calms the storm within.

Her heart, so pure, so gentle and so true,
She paints the world in love’s most golden hue.

Her noble soul, like rivers strong and deep,
A spirit bright, that time and trials keep.

With every step, a melody she plays,
The earth itself delights in her soft ways.

Her kindness glows like sunshine after rain,
It soothes the soul and washes away pain.

Her laughter rings like bells so light and free,
A sound of bliss, as soft as waves at sea.

With grace she moves, as if on air she glides,
A queen of hearts whom fate itself provides.

Her presence fills the air with peace so true,
A blessing rare, like drops of morning dew.

In all she does, a light of love remains,
A soul so bright, untouched by sorrow’s chains.

I’ve loved so much and parted even more,
My life’s a journey split by halves and tore.

How can I ponder love before I leap,
When love moves faster than the thoughts we keep?

Oh, you whose heart has suffered endless ache,
Where can you flee from wounds you can’t forsake?

And where to hide from love’s relentless call,
When every road leads to its heart through all?

Your absence birthed two souls in me,
One full of spite, your foe to be.

It tries to hate, with pride held high,
Refusing to bow, though tears may lie.

Yet the other yearns, with love still pure,
It longs for you, your essence sure.

Rarely the first makes its fleeting play,
But the second now owns my every day.

Between these two, I am torn apart,
Lost in the battle of my own heart

I am so sad, my heart a heavy stone,
In shadows deep, I wander all alone.

The light of hope has dimmed, and all is lost,
Each breath I take feels colder than the frost.

The skies are gray, the winds a mournful tune,
As endless nights engulf me, none too soon.

I search for solace, but it slips away,
Like fleeting stars that fade before the day.

The joy I knew has turned to silent tears,
A symphony of sorrow through the years.

Yet still I fight, though weary is my soul,
A battle deep, to make my broken whole.

And though the road is long, the pain is real,
I trust the dawn will someday heal and seal.

For in this grief, I know a strength resides,
A quiet power where hope in silence hides.

I am so sad, yet in my heart I find,
A will to rise, and leave the dark behind.

I am nobody, lost in shadows' flight,
A silent whisper fading into night.

Unseen, unheard, I wander through the haze,
A fleeting figure lost in endless days.

My name is but a forgotten trace,
A face unknown in time’s relentless chase.

I walk among the crowd, but none can see,
A hollow shell that longs for liberty.

No fame, no fortune, no eternal glow,
Just fleeting moments that come and go.

Yet in my heart, a flame refuses dim,
A quiet strength that pulses deep within.

For in this void where none may call my name,
I find a truth that burns beyond the shame.

Though I am nobody, I stand my ground,
In silence, still, my voice shall yet resound.

For every soul, though lost in time’s embrace,
Can leave a mark no darkness can erase.