Her 💐 💜

She moves like dawn across the sky, A hush before the morning cry With eyes that speak in silent streams And dreams that hum beneath her seams. Her laughter bends the air to song, A place where broken hearts belong. She walks through storms with braided grace, Each tear a jewel upon her face. She is the calm in crowded rooms, The sun that cuts through shadowed gloom. In every glance, a story spun Of battles lost, and battles won. She holds the weight of worlds unseen, Yet dances like the earth is green. No throne she needs, no crown, no name And still the stars recall her flame. For she is more than words can show, A fire wrapped in quiet snow. Not just a muse, not just a part But the whole beating, bleeding heart.