She stands where the world tilts,
Where dawn and dusk braid their silks.
A wildfire, a quiet stream—
Both chaos and the sweetest dream.
Her laughter is the kind that stays,
Echoing in the mind for days.
A spell, a pull, I can’t escape,
The architect of my every shape.
“To love her is to understand why stars burn and waves persist.”
Her eyes hold secrets that time won’t dare,
Each glance, a challenge: “Do you care?”
And I do, more than my words convey,
More than the sun owns the sway of day.
She’s a symphony in a single note,
The lighthouse guiding the sailor’s boat.
She is the fire, the stillness, the all—
And my world, each rise, each fall.