SHE
in the grand stage of life, she gracefully strides,
A tapestry of stars woven in her eyes,
Her soul, a symphony, celestial, refined,
A universe of wonders, secrets to confide.
Her heart’s a moonlit ocean, deep and vast,
Its waves embrace all, both future and past,
With courage as her armour, she defies,
The tempest’s rage and darkest of skies.
Her spirit soars on ethereal wings,
Through galaxies of dreams, she sings,
Her laughter, like the sun’s warm embrace,
Illuminates the world, a beacon of grace.
In storms, she’s the lighthouse guiding ships,
Her presence, a balm, a healing eclipse,
With wisdom’s touch, she mends what’s torn,
In tender love, the broken hearts are reborn.
Her voice, a mountain stream’s gentle flow,
Carving pathways through hearts’ silent woe,
In verses, she weaves tales of might,
A phoenix rising from ashes of night.
Her strides, a dance on cosmic tides,
Breaking free from chains that bind,
In every step, she claims her space,
A trailblazer, leaving none in her trace.
A tree of life, rooted firm and strong,
Her branches reach where they belong,
Embracing the world with nurturing care,
A refuge for those lost and in despair.
She’s the bloom, a garden’s symphony,
In colors vast, a kaleidoscope of glee,
Her scent, a potion, a heady delight,
Enchanting all who come in sight.
So, raise a toast to this celestial muse,
Her essence, a treasure we cannot refuse,
In her, we find love’s eternal fire,
A woman, a universe, a soul to inspire
In the grand stage of life, she’s a divine art.
