In a realm where love is sweet,
She stands as a guiding beat.
For she, the one who's loved by all,
Her heart's embrace, a sacred call.
Her essence blooms, a vibrant hue,
Her love cascades, like morning dew.
Yet unrecognized, her worth profound,
Her beauty's depths, seldom found.
Though others crave her tender touch,
They fail to see her virtues much.
Beyond her allure, beyond her face,
Lies a spirit draped in grace.
With fortune's smile, she finds her way,
Love's flame within, it gently sways.
No burden carried from her past,
She lives with courage unsurpassed.
Her world, a realm of magic's dance,
A tapestry of gratitude's expanse.
As a woman, she stands bold and true,
With standards high, she'll never rue.
No one can take her love for granted,
For she's the queen, firmly planted.
In her embrace, a treasure rare,
A love that soars, beyond compare.
So let her shine, her light so bright,
A beacon in the darkest night.
For in her love, the world may see,
A glimpse of love's true majesty.
IRENEBOADITHEPOET
