Ode to a Bold Young Lady
A glimmer in her eyes, like stars at night,
With lips that whisper secrets soft, yet bright.
Her smile, a curve both sweet and sly,
A gentle breeze, beneath a moonlit sky.
She moves like rivers, flowing free and wide,
Yet bold as waves that crash with swelling pride.
Her laughter, lightning in a storm,
A spark of mischief, cunning and warm.
With every glance, she weaves a spell,
A tale of daring, none could tell.
She stands like mountains, firm and tall,
Yet tender as the rain’s soft fall.
A rose in bloom, both sweet and wild,
Bold as fire, with a spirit unfiled.
She’s the wind that whispers through the trees,
A force of nature, with a heart at ease.
