|| 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