She was poetry,
she danced in the verses,
like an eternal whisper
that inspired universes.
With the breeze of dawn
her laughter intertwined
with the lyrics of a lover
that her heart longed for.
It was a sweet dream,
unattainable and divine,
a reflection in her eyes
like the sun on the road.
Longing that never fades,
whispers of a wandering soul,
that in the echo of silence
paints a distant love.
In each stanza a heartbeat,
in each rhyme, her essence.
She was the perfect muse,
his greatest experience.
