She stands beneath the veil of night,
A black dress wrapped in silent light.
Within her heart, untold dreams sleep,
Where hidden vows are buried deep.
Her soul, a moon on tranquil seas,
Illumes forgotten memories.
The whispering wind through folds of lace
Recalls lost years with gentle grace.
She is far more than beauty’s art;
She bears a universe of heart.
Though darkness falls, she does not bend—
Her quiet strength will never end.
A radiant woman softly gleams,
Guarding the self beyond all dreams.
Her truest grace will always be
The love she keeps for her own soul.
