Gentle soul

She came like sunlight through a quiet room,
Soft as dawn, yet brighter than noon.
In her eyes, a thousand galaxies unfold,
Stories of warmth no silence could hold.

With her, even time forgets to race,
It lingers gently in her embrace.
Her laughter dances like leaves in spring,
A melody only my heart can sing.

She treats me like I’m something rare,
With patient hands and tender care.
In her presence, I finally see
The better version of what I could be.

Her touch is calm, like rivers that flow,
Carrying away what I used to know.
And in her smile, so pure, so true,
I find a world I never outgrew.

She’s fire and velvet, both fierce and kind,
A perfect chaos I’m lucky to find.
Every glance, every subtle move,
Feels like a rhythm my soul approves.

Beautiful—no, that word’s too small,
She’s the gravity that holds it all.
Attractive in ways no eyes define,
A quiet magic that feels like mine.

And I stand here, amazed, undone,
Grateful for her—my only one.
Because with her, I don’t pretend,
I just feel whole… from start to end