FOR LOVETH...

Her name is Loveth — and it fits too well, A soft soul with a quiet story to tell. She won’t say much in a crowded space, But her silence holds more than most loud mouths chase. Shy? Maybe. But don’t get it twisted, She’s smart — with thoughts that stay well-listed. An introvert with a heart so wide, She gives more love than she tries to hide. And don’t get her started on staying neat — She’ll color-code your mess ‘til it’s complete. Her world may feel heavy, her light may dim, But to us, she’s gold — even when things look grim. She’s creative — sharp, thoughtful, bright, An organized soul with folders of light. A rare kind of light, not loud or wild... Just the quiet strength of a golden child. So here’s to Loveth — soft but tough, Who gives her all, even when it’s rough. You might miss her in the world’s loud spin, But trust me... her kind? That’s a rare kind of win.