π Her visage be a masterpiece π
A living canvas sculpted in the
very essence of verse. A poetic
marvel, she dances through life
like stanzas in the wind, each
movement a lyrical expression,
an ode to beauty in motion. πΎπ¦
Her eyes, skin to the ink of a quill,
tell tales of a thousand sonnets,
unraveling the mysteries of the
heart in a silent rhythm. β₯οΈIn the gallery of life, she stands as
the magnum opus, a sonnet incarnate,
an artwork walking amongst mortals.
One of the beauties of God's creation,
πΉππ ππ π±πππππ π«πππππ π€β