The Woman of His Heart

Her hair, like a flowing river, cascades in waves of night, A silken stream that dances with the winds, so free, so light. Her forehead, a half moon, glowing soft with gentle grace, A celestial curve that crowns her serene and radiant face. Her eyebrows arch like an archer’s bow, precise and true, Framing eyes so deep and beautiful, where endless skies turn blue. Eyes that could make the strongest hearts surrender, drown, In the depths of their gaze, where even the stars might bow down. Her nose, sharp and fine, like an arrow’s steadfast aim, A perfect line that leads to where her silent whispers flame. Her ears, like petals of a lily, delicate and fair, They catch the music of the world, floating on the air. Her words are but songs, each note a melody of grace, Her voice, the nightingale’s, soft and pure in every space. Her breath, an ocean breeze, cool and fresh with every sigh, A whisper of the distant seas, beneath the vast blue sky. Her laughter, like a cascade of silver bells, ri...