Right person she met

Broken girl, with wounds so deep, In silence, she'd often silently weep. But love that doesn't judge, like a healing ray, Brought light to her darkness, night turned to day. In the embrace of love, her heart found its place, Like a delicate bloom, in a warm, tender space. With each passing day, she mended and grew, For love that doesn't judge, to her, was always true.