In the glow of morning’s first light,
Your beauty shimmers, soft and bright.
Not just your face, though it’s divine,
But your soul, where stars align.

It’s in your smile, so pure, so true,
A radiant warmth, a golden hue.
Your laughter dances, a melody sweet,
Like waves that kiss the shore they meet.

Your eyes hold stories, deep and wide,
Of dreams and hopes you’ve kept inside.
They sparkle like the midnight sky,
A world unknown, where hearts can fly.

Your hands are strong, yet gentle too,
Crafting love in all you do.
They heal, they comfort, they inspire,
A touch that sets the soul on fire.

It’s in the way you light a room,
Dispelling shadows, banishing gloom.
Your presence speaks of grace and power,
A calming force in the darkest hour.

But beauty’s not just skin or smile;
It’s how you live, your unique style.
The kindness shown, the love you share,
The way you always seem to care.

You see the world through hopeful eyes,
Finding wonders others let die.
You’re the artist, the muse, the dream,
A flowing river, a sunlit stream.

Every flaw, each scar you bear,
Tells a story, bold and rare.
They are marks of battles fought,
Of lessons learned, of wisdom sought.

Your beauty lies in strength unseen,
In the courage to chase every dream.
In the way you rise when you’ve been thrown,
Facing life’s storms, standing alone.

You’re a garden, lush and wild,
A masterpiece, heaven’s child.
A symphony of light and sound,
In your essence, wonder’s found.

So when you doubt, when you don’t see,
Remember this: you’re poetry.
Each word, each line, a work of art,
Etched by love upon the heart.

Your beauty’s vast, it knows no end,
A treasure rare, a timeless friend.
And though words can’t capture it all,
Know this truth: you’re beautiful.

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