O, why do you appear beautiful in every form,
Like moonlight draped upon a silent storm?
In your laughter blooms the fragrance of flowers,
In your words dance the melodies of gentle hours.
Though shapes may shift, and colors fade away,
Your essence shines, unyielding, come what may.
Your eyes hold the sparkle of countless stars,
Your heart opens portals to love without bars.
At every turn, your magic softly resides,
In every heartbeat, your spirit abides.
Even the winds hum your name with delight,
And flowers adorn themselves with your light.
The sun itself pales before your radiant glow,
Even the stars slow their twinkle to follow.
Your steps carry the rhythm of life’s sweetest song,
In your presence, all shadows vanish, all wrongs gone.
O, your face tells stories in every hue,
A canvas of wonders, forever new.
Raindrops envy your gentle charm,
And music bows to the grace of your arm.
Why do you appear beautiful in every guise,
A symphony of life reflected in your eyes?
With you, each moment feels pure, divine,
Even the heavens bow to your design.
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