She Is the Universe

She walks, and the earth sighs beneath her feet, whispering secrets only the wind dares keep. She speaks, and silence leans in to listen, as if her voice was woven from moonlight and dream. She is not just beautiful—she is the dawn, spilling warmth over the coldest of nights. She is not just magic—she is the spark, setting fire to the hollow and making it bright. She does not love as others do— she loves like rivers love the sea, without fear, without end, pulling even the lost back home. She is in every thought, every breath, woven into the fabric of my soul. And if love had a name, a face, a touch— it would be hers, forever whole.