WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

The first light paints her face in golden hues,
A gentle waking, eyes that softly gleam.
Her breath, a whisper carried on the dews,
A sleepy smile, the sweetest morning dream.

Her hair, a halo spun from sunlit strands,
Embraces shoulders soft as morning mist.
Her touch, a comfort, warm in loving hands,
A promise whispered, love that will persist.

When twilight paints the world in shades of gray,
Her voice, a murmur, love's soft, gentle sigh.
A quiet promise shared at the close of day,
A love song whispered underneath the fading sky.

And as the moon, a pearl ascends the night,
Her form, is a silhouette in silver light.
My love, a promise whispered ever bright,
A love that lingers, holding me ever tight.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI