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.
Amira means princess in Arabic