Ode to Beloved

Not the perfect beauty in my eyes,
You're grace that under every gaze lies.
The soul of youth, yet wisdom’s face,
A living muse of timeless grace.

When eyes're close you seem a prayer,
When opened , you blaze like fire’s glare.
At times a stream of mother’s care,
At times the storm that none can dare.

You are the moonlight's gentle shade,
From every age, your strength is made.
Through trials, still your smile would shine,
Your patience carved by hands divine.

To you, the world owes all its lore,
You are the hymn, the ancient core.
The flow of love, of light, of might,
In every form, a sacred sight.

Eyes lowered — you're devotion’s flame,
When fierce — the hills must learn your name.
You're not just verses poets start,
You are the pulse of every heart.

You are the first, the final breath,
The song of life, defying death.
In you, creation finds its way—
A dawn that never fades to grey.