It's an incomplete poem which I wrote recently! 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺: She, in All Things It’s in her moves, soft like those feathers of a golden dove. That childishness, the kind that reminds you joy doesn’t always need a reason. Her presence — undeniable. You do not notice the room until she walks into it. Her speech, a melody even when it's mundane. Kindness spills from her fingertips. Her nature, to say is part storm, part garden. Her voice — ah! That low tide at midnight, pulling you inside. Her hands, graceful as rosemary swaying in wind. Her eyes, explored dreams you don’t dare finish. Her shyness wraps her like silk. Those earrings, tiny rebellions glittering at her ears. Her cuteness, bold enough to look the sky in the eye. Her hair — wild rivers, always untamed. Her name... you say it quieter, when the stars begin to listen. Shh! Even the night knows not to speak too loud. — Nedim Ahmed