The Girl in the Light

She moves like a memory I never outgrew, a quiet kind of magic the world never knew. Her voice is gentle, steady, soft in its tone, a warmth that reminds me I’m never alone. She carries her light in a calm, effortless way, like sunshine that lingers long after the day. And when she smiles, everything slows, as if the universe stops just to see how she glows. I’ve known her for years that shaped who I’ve become, yet every time I see her, my heart comes undone. Familiar like childhood, yet somehow brand new she’s a reminder of dreams I once thought I outgrew. Her beauty is quiet, not asking to shine, but it speaks to my chest like a message or sign. Not a spark that flares quick, but a flame that burns true, the kind that stays warm no matter what I go through. If I tried to paint her, each line would fall short, and words on a page couldn’t capture her court. Some people are feelings the world can’t contain and she is the reason I still believe love can remain.