3 months agoIrina, the night learned beauty from your hair, The moon found its glow within your gentle stare. Your flowing locks are rivers dancing with the breeze, A tale of love and rain whispered through the trees. Every step you take is like a flower’s song, Every glance you give leads the heart along. Your dress with your grace becomes a poem of light, Your smile turns every shadow into morning bright. Oh fair one, you are the calm of a springtime day, A touch of golden dawn along life’s way. Though beauty is found in many hearts and eyes, Your charm is the warmth and grace that never dies.
