A Portrait of Her Grace
In the garden of my dreams, she walks with gentle grace,
A vision of pure beauty, with a smile that lights her face.
Her eyes, like stars, are twinkling, a universe they hold,
In their depths, I find a story, of love yet to be told.
Her laughter is a melody, a song that fills the air,
Each note a sweet enchantment, a promise whispered there.
Her hair, a flowing river, cascading down her spine,
In every strand, a mystery, a moment frozen in time.
Her touch, a gentle whisper, a breeze upon my skin,
In her embrace, I find my home, a place where I begin.
Her beauty, like a sunrise, awakens every day,
In her presence, I am speechless, with no words left to say.
She is the muse that guides my pen, the light that leads me on,
In her, I see my future, where my heart has always gone.
For in her, I find the essence of a love so pure and true,
A beautiful girl, a precious gem, in her, my dreams renew.