The Veil of Light and Mirror of Beauty

Beneath the veil, a mirror shines, divine and rare,
Like morning’s first soft light, a dream so fair.

How can mere words narrate this endless grace?
This timeless beauty, unmatched in any space.

Her lips, her glance, her bangles in a gentle sway,
Each fleeting moment births love’s new display.

Her henna glows, moonlight in its crimson hue,
Her dreamy form, a muse both bold and true.

Wherever her gaze falls, spring begins to bloom,
Who is she, this marvel, who lights the room?