In the mornings's hush, a dusky angel descends from the sky,
Her curls, a gift from the realms high, a sight to mystify.
Her whispers carry the songs of the night,
A melody that dances in the fading light,
She brings solace to hearts burdened with sorrow,
A beacon of hope for a new tomorrow.
But most beautiful is her smile that makes my heart melt,
A feeling of joy I have never felt,
In her presence, the world becomes a wondrous place,
A celestial grace, a vision to embrace
