Ode to her gentle grace

 O' those eyes of amber brown,

Like autumn leaves when sun bows down,

Deep pools of warmth that hold my gaze,

Setting my wandering heart ablaze.

Porcelain fair, thy skin doth shine,

Like moonlight kissed by stars divine,

A canvas pure as winter's snow,

Where angels' blush doth softly glow.

Thy chocolate tresses frame thy face,

Like silk spun with ethereal grace,

Dancing light upon thy crown,

As evening shadows settle down.

Though small in frame, thy presence towers,

Like morning dew upon spring flowers,

A delicate yet mighty force,

That sets my heart upon its course.

But O' that smile, that precious sight!

More radiant than the northern lights,

Dimples deep as cupid's bow,

Making my love forever grow.

Petite and fair, my heart's delight,

Like a star that breaks the night,

In thy presence I stand tall,

Though thou art beautifully small.

Each gentle laugh, each sweet embrace,

Fills my world with timeless grace,

For in thy frame of modest height,

Dwells a soul of endless light.

Thy lips curve sweet as crescent moon,

Like morning bells that ring too soon,

That smile could thaw the winter's chill,

And make time itself stand still.

O' my beloved, fair and bright,

Born of dawn's most gentle light,

In thy brown eyes I see my home,

Where my heart need never roam.

For though the stars may dance above,

None compare to my small love,

Perfect in thy every way,

Like the first light of breaking day.