I saw you once—not in a crowd,
But in a hush the world allowed.
No trumpet call, no flashing light—
Just you, and suddenly… the night
Felt softer, sweeter, deeply true,
As if it paused to honor you.

Your beauty doesn’t beg to be seen,
It simply is—serene, pristine.
A silent flame, a gentle art,
That lit a lantern in my heart.
You turned, and time forgot its pace—
The world grew still to see your face.

Your eyes—dark pools where stars might sleep—
Hold secrets far too rich, too deep
For fleeting words to dare to claim—
Yet still, they softly call my name.
A look from you, and I believe
That love is real, that I can breathe.

Your hair cascades like twilight's song,
Where all my restless thoughts belong.
One shoulder graced, a careless stream,
A vision born of poet’s dream.
And draped across your quiet frame,
A sash that never spoke your name—
Yet crowned you more than royal could…
For queens may rule, but you are good.

No need for sparkle, no pretense—
Your glow, it comes from innocence.
The way you smiled—so warm, so near—
It felt like home had drawn me here.
And in that moment, soft and brief,
I met both wonder… and belief.

So here I am, a heart laid bare,
Entranced by how you simply care.
You did not ask, yet I was moved—
By every way your soul had proved
That love is not a grand parade—
It’s quiet grace that doesn't fade.