In her gaze, a spark, a vibrant start,
A blaze within, from worlds apart.
She has fire in her soul,
A force untamed, a story untold.

With every step, she dances, light,
In shadows deep, she finds her might.
And grace in her heart, a gentle art,
A symphony of whispers, set apart.

Her laughter, a melody, wild and free,
A beacon for the weary, a lock without a key.
In her warmth, a comfort found,
In her silence, an echo, profound.

She walks the line between day and night,
A balance of strength, a beacon of light.
With fire in her soul, and grace in her heart,
She crafts her destiny, a living art.

A spirit fierce, with love untamed,
In every word, her essence named.
She has fire in her soul, a never-ending flame,
And grace in her heart, forever to remain.

March 21, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop