Portrait of Her

Her image lingers, soft as dawn’s first glow,

A canvas painted where my dreams reside.

Her eyes, twin stars, with warmth and wisdom flow,

Hold secrets deep as oceans, vast and wide.

Each curve of smile, a gentle arc of grace,

Carves light through shadows of my weary day.

Her laughter echoes in that sacred space,

Where heartbeats dance and doubts all fade away.

Her hair, a cascade, catches sunlight’s fire,

Each strand a thread in love’s eternal weave.

Her presence stirs a longing, pure desire,

A muse that makes the heart dare to believe.

In every glance, a story softly told,

Of moments shared in twilight’s tender hue.

Her touch, though absent, warms against the cold,

A memory that time cannot undo.

This image, framed within my soul’s embrace,

Is more than sight—it’s love’s eternal face.

No artist’s hand could capture such a spark,

Yet here she lives, my light within the dark.

Her image blooms, a poem without end,

My heart’s true home, my lover, and my friend.