She Is Love

She walks in grace, the sun does bow,

A light of peace upon her brow,

No words can frame her heart so wide,

For love itself walks by her side.

Her eyes, two stars in twilight's dome,

Make every aching heart feel home.

A voice so soft, yet strong and clear,

It chases doubt and draws me near.

She’s beautiful, but more than skin,

Her soul’s the place where stars begin.

Lovely in thought, in deed, in word,

Each kindness in her life is heard.

Empathy blooms in her sweet hands,

She heals where none but silence stands.

She listens not to reply fast,

But to make every echo last.

She toils with grace, with head held high,

With dreams as wide as open sky.

She works with fire, but never pride,

With humble heart and truth as guide.

So nice, so warm, so gently real,

She knows the way that hearts can heal.

Her honesty, a flame that glows,

In her, the seed of virtue grows.

She’s brilliant like a lightning flare,

Yet tender as a whispered prayer.

She shines without a need to boast,

A silent strength I cherish most.

Pleasing, yes—her smile alone

Can melt the hardest heart of stone.

Her laughter is a song of spring,

Her presence makes the spirit sing.

She is the joy in sorrow's place,

A dawn that paints the night with grace.

She dances where the shadows die,

She lifts the soul, she makes it fly.

In happiness she gently dwells,

And carries peace where chaos swells.

She’s not just good—she is the best,

With love so deep, it builds my rest.

She holds all good within her soul,

The fragments that make humans whole.

If love had form, if love had face,

It’d be her smile, her sweet embrace.

She is the prayer I always say,

The light that brightens darkest day.

The reason stars still choose to shine,

She is not mine—yet I am thine.

So here I stand with heart confessed,

In all the world, she is the best.

And if this love be never spoken,

It lives in dreams, pure and unbroken.