Poem! Her Soul is The Shape of Love Itself

Her soul is the shape love itself, a boundless, swirling sea, Where depths of kindness gently ebb, and waves of laughter flee. It's not a form that eyes can see, nor touched by mortal hand, But in her gaze, her every word, its essence takes a stand.

A canvas painted with compassion, where empathy takes flight, A tapestry of understanding, woven ever so bright. Her spirit, a symphony of warmth, where solace finds its rest, A haven built on gentle strength, where weary hearts are blessed.

Her touch, a whisper soft as dawn, that chases shadows deep, A balm that soothes the troubled soul, and lulls anxieties to sleep. Her voice, a melody so pure, that sings of hope and grace, A serenade that lifts the soul, and finds a happy space.

Her laughter, like a waterfall, cascading down the hills, A joyous sound that fills the air, with joy that overflows and thrills. It chases frowns and melts away the weight of daily woes, A symphony of pure delight, where happiness softly grows.

Her strength, a pillar ever tall, that stands against the storm, A beacon bright that guides the way, and keeps the spirit warm. She shoulders burdens without fear, and offers comfort true, A steady hand to hold on to, a loyal friend and crew.

Her forgiveness, like a gentle rain, that washes clean the past, A cleansing fire that melts away the wounds that couldn't last. It offers second chances free, with open arms so wide, A chance to mend and start anew, where trust can still reside.

Her dreams, a boundless, starry sky, where wishes take their flight, A vibrant tapestry of hope, that fills the world with light. She inspires with her endless quest, to chase a distant star, And fuels the fire within our hearts, to reach no matter how far.

Her loyalty, a fortress strong, that shields from harm's embrace, A fierce defender of those she loves, a constant in this race. Through thick and thin, her heart remains, a compass ever true, A guiding force that points the way, where steadfastness shines through.

Her passion, a vibrant flame that burns, with purpose and with fire, A force that drives her forward, filled with an unmatched desire. For love, for life, for all she holds, she fights with fearless might, A beacon in the darkest night, a captivating light.

Her wisdom, whispered on the breeze, a gentle, soothing sound, A wellspring of experience, where knowledge can be found. She guides with subtle, calming words, and lessons learned along the way, A teacher for the willing soul, to lead them to a brighter day.

Her soul is the shape love itself, a tapestry so grand, A masterpiece of kindness, a helping, outstretched hand. It's not a form that eyes can see, nor touched by mortal hand, But in her essence, every breath, its power takes a stand.

So let us cherish such a soul, a gift beyond compare, A woman whose very being reflects the love we share. For in her presence, we find peace, a refuge from the fray, Her soul is the shape love itself, and lights our every day.

Her soul is the shape love itself, a boundless, swirling sea, Where depths of kindness gently ebb, and waves of laughter flee. It's not a form that eyes can see, nor touched by mortal hand, But in her gaze, her every word, its essence takes a stand.

A canvas painted with compassion, where empathy takes flight, A tapestry of understanding, woven ever so bright. Her spirit, a symphony of warmth, where solace finds its rest, A haven built on gentle strength, where weary hearts are blessed.

Her touch, a whisper soft as dawn, that chases shadows deep, A balm that soothes the troubled soul, and lulls anxieties to sleep. Her voice, a melody so pure, that sings of hope and grace, A serenade that lifts the soul, and finds a happy space.

Her laughter, like a waterfall, cascading down the hills, A joyous sound that fills the air, with joy that overflows and thrills. It chases frowns and melts away the weight of daily woes, A symphony of pure delight, where happiness softly grows.

Her strength, a pillar ever tall, that stands against the storm, A beacon bright that guides the way, and keeps the spirit warm. She shoulders burdens without fear, and offers comfort true, A steady hand to hold on to, a loyal friend and crew.

Her forgiveness, like a gentle rain, that washes clean the past, A cleansing fire that melts away the wounds that couldn't last. It offers second chances free, with open arms so wide, A chance to mend and start anew, where trust can still reside.

Her dreams, a boundless, starry sky, where wishes take their flight, A vibrant tapestry of hope, that fills the world with light. She inspires with her endless quest, to chase a distant star, And fuels the fire within our hearts, to reach no matter how far.

Her loyalty, a fortress strong, that shields from harm's embrace, A fierce defender of those she loves, a constant in this race. Through thick and thin, her heart remains, a compass ever true, A guiding force that points the way, where steadfastness shines through.

Her passion, a vibrant flame that burns, with purpose and with fire, A force that drives her forward, filled with an unmatched desire. For love, for life, for all she holds, she fights with fearless might, A beacon in the darkest night, a captivating light.

Her wisdom, whispered on the breeze, a gentle, soothing sound, A wellspring of experience, where knowledge can be found. She guides with subtle, calming words, and lessons learned along the way, A teacher for the willing soul, to lead them to a brighter day.

Her soul is the shape love itself, a tapestry so grand, A masterpiece of kindness, a helping, outstretched hand. It's not a form that eyes can see, nor touched by mortal hand, But in her essence, every breath, its power takes a stand.

So let us cherish such a soul, a gift beyond compare, A woman whose very being reflects the love we share. For in her presence, we find peace, a refuge from the fray, Her soul is the shape love itself, and lights our every day.