She walks, and morning learns to blush,
With every step, the roses rush.
The stars, once proud, now dim their light,
For in her eyes, they lose the fight.

Her smile,like dawn that breaks the gray,
It turns my darkest thoughts away.
No poet’s ink, no painter’s hue,
Could ever capture all she’s due.

She doesn’t know, she’ll never see,
How much of her lives deep in me.
She breathes, and all the world feels right,
She speaks, and silence takes its flight.

Each time she laughs, the heavens bloom,
The winds themselves make softer room.
The sky I see is not the same,
Since the day I whispered her name.

She's not just beauty carved in grace,
She's warmth, she’s wonder, time, and place.
And every time she meets my eye,
The whole of me fills with her sky.