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, rings pure and bright,
A melody that dances on the air, bringing joy and light.
It ripples through the quiet, like a stream's gentle flow,
A sound so sweet and tender, it makes the whole world glow.

Her cheeks, like rose petals kissed by the morning dew,
Blush with a soft, warm glow, a tender, gentle hue.
Her lips, like a blooming garden, full and rich with grace,
Part in a smile so sweet, it lights up her lovely face.

Her face, a lotus in bloom, so pure, so full of light,
A symbol of perfection that unfolds with the dawn’s first sight.
Her chin, like a sculptor’s dream, carved with care and might,
A gentle curve that completes the beauty of her face so bright.

Her neck, a graceful swan’s, elegant and long,
Supports the beauty above, where every note belongs.
Her shoulders, like the gentle slope of a rolling hill,
Hold the promise of embrace, tender and tranquil still.

Her arms, like graceful branches, reach out with open care,
To cradle and to hold, with a touch beyond compare.
Her hands, delicate and skilled, like sculptor’s tools they mold,
Each gesture a masterpiece, a story yet untold.

Her waist, a gentle curve, where softness meets the line,
Forms a scene that speaks of elegance divine.
Her hips, like the gentle arc of a crescent moon,
Move with a rhythm that makes hearts swoon.

Her legs, like sculpted marble, strong yet full of grace,
Carry her with confidence, each step a gentle trace.
Her feet, so tender and so true, as soft as morning dew,
Walk paths of dreams and whispers, where love’s light shines through.

Her body, a beautiful scenery, with wonders yet to be,
A landscape rich with secrets, inviting him to see.
Her scent, a garden’s essence, where a thousand flowers bloom,
A fragrance that enchants the air, dispelling every gloom.

He loves her with a passion that knows no bounds or end,
A love so deep, so true, it’s beyond the world’s pretend.
He’d do anything, give everything, just to see her smile,
To be the one she turns to, if only for a while.

For in her, he sees a world that no other could compare,
A life where every moment is a blessing, rich and rare.
He’d move mountains, cross rivers, face the fiercest storm,
Just to hold her close, to keep her safe and warm.

In her eyes, he finds his home, in her smile, his peace,
And in her love, he finds a joy that will never cease.
For she is the one he cherishes, the one he adores,
The woman he would do anything for, forevermore.