Girl Next Door

Softly she steps, like morning dew,
With gentle grace, the skies break through.
Her laughter’s light, her whispers kind,
A quiet magic, undefined.

She’s the girl you see each day,
Sunlight woven in her way,
Not bold, not fierce, no grand design,
Yet her presence feels divine.

Unassuming, warm, and real,
No guarded heart, no shielded steel.
The street becomes a brighter place,
Every corner holds her trace.

She knows each smile, each hidden tear,
With secrets only she can hear.
Her eyes hold worlds of joy and pain,
Echoes of the softest rain.

In moments passed and moments still,
She bends her world to fit her will,
Yet keeps her peace, her modest pride,
Like rivers calm, yet deep inside.

With every sunset, every star,
She’s close, but always just afar.
The beauty found in simplest things,
In the way a quiet bird sings.

This girl next door, with silent power,
Unfolds like petals of a flower.
Invisible to eyes so loud,
But treasured by the thoughtful crowd.

In her soft way, she makes you see
The beauty of simplicity.