She walks in light, not needing to shine,
The stars just follow, falling in line.
With every glance, the world turns slow,
A gentle fire in her soul's glow.

White dress flowing, pearls by her side,
Like moonlit waves in a midnight tide.
No words spoken, but I still hear,
The sweetest silence drawing me near.

Muy bonita, you don’t even try,
Still you outshine the bluest sky.
Your beauty’s more than meets the eye—
It's how you breathe, how you’re alive.
Muy bonita, you’re poetry in skin,
A quiet storm that stirs within.
You’re the calm in my crazy days,
My softest song, my sacred grace.

Your smile is sunlight, soft and true,
A touch of heaven breaking through.
That satin voice, I’ve never heard—
But I feel the music in each word.

You're not a flame that burns out fast,
You’re the glow the shadows can’t surpass.
Like a dream I never want to wake,
You're every breath my heart could take.

Muy bonita, you don’t even try,
Still you outshine the bluest sky.
Your beauty’s more than meets the eye—
It's how you breathe, how you’re alive.
Muy bonita, you’re poetry in skin,
A quiet storm that stirs within.
You’re the calm in my crazy days,
My softest song, my sacred grace.

If I could paint, I’d capture your soul—
A thousand hues I can't control.
But no canvas, no frame,
Could ever hold your name…

Muy bonita, my heart you disarm,
With every glance, with every charm.
No crown could ever make you queen—
You were born one, serene, unseen.
Muy bonita, you’re more than art—
You’re the rhythm of my heart.
In this life, if I write one line true…
It’s this: "I was meant to love you."