In realms of beauty, where verses reside,
There blooms a tale of a soul's gentle stride.
A name so fair, like whispers in the breeze,
Let me weave a poem for your lovely keys.
Oh, his name, a melody on my tongue,
A symphony of grace, from whence it sprung.
Each letter dances, a perfect serenade,
A gift of music, in every charade.
Like petals of a rose, his name unfurls,
Soft syllables caress, like dew that swirls.
Through poetry's embrace, its essence gleams,
A canvas painted with love's vivid dreams.
And his eyes, twin mirrors to a soul untold,
A window to a world so pure and bold.
Deep pools of mystique, where secrets reside,
Reflecting galaxies within, so wide.
In those eyes, starlight dances with delight,
Whispering secrets of love, day and night.
They hold the universe, with galaxies ablaze,
A universe that captivates and amazes.
His pretty name, a tribute to his grace,
A symphony of beauty, in time and space.
His eyes, the portals to a wondrous realm,
Where love's enchantment forever overwhelms.
So let this poem be a testament true,
To the beauty that resides, my heart imbues.
For in his name and eyes, a masterpiece,
A tapestry of love, a sweet release.
