Gentle Whisper
In the breeze of spring's embrace,
A gentle whisper finds my face.
Eyes that sparkle, clear and deep,
Reflecting dreams in every peep.
Lashes long, with secrets stored,
In hues of brown, love's essence poured.
She's a lace of grace, a silent call,
A beauty that time will never maul.
In her presence, my spirit soars,
To the heavens, love's purest cores.
Skin like silk, smooth to the touch,
Rosy lips, a tender blush.
Hair cascades, with elegance down,
Held by clips, in delicate towns.
Oh, the gentle whisper of her style,
A poem unwritten, a love worth while.
In the white of lace, her heart does sing,
A melody of elegance, of everything.
Simple yet refined, her charm does glow,
A beacon of warmth in the coldest row.
So I'll cherish this moment, keep it alive,
For the gentle whisper of the woman I'll strive.
