She Who Smiles She who smiles holds dawn in her gaze, A quiet sun in cloudy haze. Not loud with laughter, yet she glows, Like petals waking soft and slow. Her smile-a thread of golden light, That stitches peace through deepest night. Not forged in ease, but born of grace, It softens time and stills the race. She does not boast, nor seeks acclaim, But flowers bloom around her name. A glance, a grin, the world aligns- She bends the dark with gentle signs. So when you see her lips arise, Know storms have passed behind those eyes. And still she smiles, as if to say: "I carry light. I lead the way." -for: She.