Her❤️

Your face, a canvas kissed by light, Soft dawns awaken in your sight. Each glance—a spark, a whispered flame, That burns the soul without a name. Your eyes, two stars the skies admire, Reflecting dreams and quiet fire. They hold the depth of ocean’s grace, And calm the storm with just a trace. Your smile, the curve of morning's song, Where joy and gentleness belong. It lifts the weight the world may bear, And paints pure peace upon the air. Your beauty isn’t just the skin— It glows from tenderness within. A face the heavens paused to trace, In you, the world has found its place. I looked at you a thousand times, Yet somehow missed the light you shine Not just your smile, not just your grace, But all the warmth behind your face. A laugh, a glance, a quiet word, The kind of truth that's barely heard. And still, I didn't fully see How much your soul meant next to me. But time has a way of showing things, Of painting skies and giving wings. And now I see how blind I'd been To all the strength you held within. You're not just pretty you're a flame, So here I stand, and now I know: You're not just someone—you're the spark