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With stoic grace, she walks a marble isle,
A sculpted form carved from an ocean's might,
Yet 'neath the waves, a hidden tempest swirls,
A maelstrom veiled by eyes of starlit night.

Her eyes, where emerald tides once brightly danced,
Now mirror tempests brewing in her soul,
A hidden battlefield where shadows roll,
And echoes of despair in silence trance.

The smile she wears, a tapestry of pain,
A masquerade for eyes that plead unseen,
A fortress built where shattered hopes convene,
Each battle fought, but victory remains unknown.

I raise my gaze, my beacon fixed on hers,
Admirer of the strength that masks the fray,
Though silent shadows steal her whispered prayers,
She stands unbowed, refusing to give way.

The siren songs of potions fill the air,
Elixirs sweet, with twisted, binding chains,
Each vial's touch a borrowed, alien flair,
A stranger's guise where my beloved remains.

I've traced the sunlit valleys of her mind,
And walked the moonlit meadows of her grace,
But shifting sands erase the cherished space,
Leaving behind a landscape undefined.

But see, the tide recedes, the calm descends,
And through the mists, her essence I behold,
The woman loved, beyond all twists and bends,
More precious still, with wings of truth unfurled.

For though the shell may crack, the pearl survives,
A whisper of the woman I adore,
And in her gaze, where hope and anguish soar,
My love endures, a promise that revives.

Though futures shift, like shifting desert sands,
My compass points to where her spirit gleams,
In storm or sunlight, I extend my hands,
To walk beside her, in a tapestry of dreams.

So let us dance, upon this fragile shore,
Two souls entwined, beneath the sky's embrace,
And though the waves may crash, and tempests roar,
Love's anchor holds, in her undying grace.

Description
With stoic grace, she walks a marble isle,
A sculpted form carved from an ocean's might,
Yet 'neath the waves, a hidden tempest swirls,
A maelstrom veiled by eyes of starlit night.

Her eyes, where emerald tides once brightly danced,
Now mirror tempests brewing in her soul,
A hidden battlefield where shadows roll,
And echoes of despair in silence trance.

The smile she wears, a tapestry of pain,
A masquerade for eyes that plead unseen,
A fortress built where shattered hopes convene,
Each battle fought, but victory remains unknown.

I raise my gaze, my beacon fixed on hers,
Admirer of the strength that masks the fray,
Though silent shadows steal her whispered prayers,
She stands unbowed, refusing to give way.

The siren songs of potions fill the air,
Elixirs sweet, with twisted, binding chains,
Each vial's touch a borrowed, alien flair,
A stranger's guise where my beloved remains.

I've traced the sunlit valleys of her mind,
And walked the moonlit meadows of her grace,
But shifting sands erase the cherished space,
Leaving behind a landscape undefined.

But see, the tide recedes, the calm descends,
And through the mists, her essence I behold,
The woman loved, beyond all twists and bends,
More precious still, with wings of truth unfurled.

For though the shell may crack, the pearl survives,
A whisper of the woman I adore,
And in her gaze, where hope and anguish soar,
My love endures, a promise that revives.

Though futures shift, like shifting desert sands,
My compass points to where her spirit gleams,
In storm or sunlight, I extend my hands,
To walk beside her, in a tapestry of dreams.

So let us dance, upon this fragile shore,
Two souls entwined, beneath the sky's embrace,
And though the waves may crash, and tempests roar,
Love's anchor holds, in her undying grace.