|| THE MOON'S GIFT ||
Her eyes—two galaxies, speaking silent truths, Mirrors of depth, of wisdom, of youth. Her hair, a waltz of the wandering breeze, Dancing like whispers among twilight trees. Her lips, a verse where dreams confide, Soft as dawn where secrets hide. And oh, her smile—a sacred art, A gentle balm for every heart. O woman, celestial and rare, How beauty and mystery blend with such flair. Your heart, a maze of tender streams, Flowing with hopes, and carried dreams. Your soul—bathed in stardust light, A shimmer born of endless night. Your aura, a pulse from realms above, As if the moon crowned you with love. You walk the world with silent grace, Carrying pain with a radiant face. You feel what others cannot show, You give a love they’ll never know. Not merely flesh, but spirit spun, An angel kissed by the cosmic sun. A being forged from stars and skies— With heaven hidden in her eyes. #moonshines
