In whispered tales of ancient lore,
There's a beauty that we can't ignore.
A woman fair, with eyes aglow,
A mystic charm, a radiant show.
Her hair cascades like midnight streams,
In silken strands, a poet's dreams.
Each step she takes, a graceful glide,
In her presence, hearts abide.
Her smile, a beacon in the night,
A constellation of delight.
With every laugh, the stars align,
And in her gaze, worlds intertwine.
Her voice, a melody divine,
Echoes through the endless time.
A symphony of whispered grace,
In every note, a sacred space.
She walks among us, a rare gem,
In mortal coil, yet not condemned.
A beauty that defies the norm,
In her, love takes on its truest form.
So let us cherish this woman rare,
With every breath, with every prayer.
For in her beauty, we behold,
The wonders of a tale untold.