"A Beauty Girl's Loss: A Heart's Silent Sigh"

In the quiet hush of twilight's glow,

Where whispers of the past still flow,

There lived a girl with eyes like skies,

A beauty that no one could disguise.

Her smile, a sunrise, warm and bright,

Her laugh, a song in the dead of night.

Yet, beneath her charm, a heart did break,

For life’s cruel hands were hers to take.

Her world was one of fleeting dreams,

Of moments lost, like rushing streams.

Though surrounded by adoring eyes,

Her soul was marked by silent cries.

Her beauty was a gift, they’d say,

But they never saw her pain each day.

For in her chest, where love should rest,

Lay a wound that would never be blessed.

Her eyes, once bright, began to fade,

As if the light within her laid

In darkness, burdened by the weight,

Of love lost early, of cruel fate.

The joy she gave, so often shown,

Was like a mask she’d worn alone.

For beneath the laughter, there would hide,

A girl who wished to run, to hide.

She had loved once, with all her might,

A love that shimmered, soft and light.

But life had torn them far apart,

And left her with a shattered heart.

The promises he made, now gone,

Echoed like a distant song,

That once had filled her world with cheer,

But now, it only brought her fear.

Her heart, though beautiful in grace,

Had known too much of pain’s embrace.

It wept in silence, behind closed doors,

For the love that left her, nothing more.

Her hands, so soft, had once held tight,

But now they trembled in the night.

For no matter how she tried to mend,

There was no way to make it end.

She walked the world with perfect poise,

But no one heard her quiet voice.

Her beauty, yes, it shone so bright,

But her heart had lost its will to fight.

For in the depths of every glance,

Lay a girl who longed for one last chance.

A chance to heal, a chance to see,

If love could return to set her free.

Yet time, so cruel, would not relent,

It took her joy, her love, her scent.

And so she wandered, day by day,

Her spirit dulled, her heart astray.

The love she’d lost, the dream that died,

Left her broken, her soul untied.

Her beauty, though, remained a spark,

Yet could not light the growing dark.

Each morning she would rise and smile,

But inside, it took her quite a while

To find the strength to face the world,

The girl who once had laughed and twirled.

For deep inside, the truth she knew,

Her heart had cracked in pieces too.

And no amount of time could heal

The pain that time itself would steal.

Her beauty, yes, was pure and true,

But beauty fades, as time will do.

It can’t replace the hurt inside,

Nor heal the tears she chose to hide.

She lost the one who filled her soul,

And in his absence, lost control.

The girl who danced with grace and light,

Now stumbled in the endless night.

But beauty, though, will never fade

From memories, where hearts are made.

Though she may walk in shadows deep,

Her spirit's grace will still be steeped.

In every smile, in every tear,

Her essence lives, forever near.

For though she lost her heart, her life,

She’ll live forever free of strife.

And though she wanders, lost and lone,

She carries strength that’s all her own.

For beauty's not in what’s seen by sight,

But in the heart that fights the night.

The girl, though broken, still is whole,

Her beauty lives within her soul.

And though she lost, her heart still yearns,

For life, for love, for lessons learned.

So let her pain be not her loss,

For in the end, she’ll pay the cost.

Her life, her love, they all are hers,

A girl who lost, but still endures.

Her beauty, though, will never die,

For it's the strength beneath the sky.

She lost her love, but found her way,

And in that loss, she learned to stay.

So here she stands, though scarred, complete,

Her heart, though wounded, still will beat.

For loss, though heavy, can't define

The beauty in this heart of mine.