When She Blooms

She starts with colors, soft and bright,
A gentle blush, a kiss of light.
Each piece she wears, a story unfolds,
A tapestry of silk and gold.

And I watch in awe as she becomes,
A vision of grace, my heart succumbs.

When she blooms, the world stands still,
A masterpiece, bending time and will.
Every stroke, every thread,
A symphony where beauty’s led.
When she blooms, the stars take flight,
She turns the dark into pure light.

Her dress cascades like flowing streams,
A dance of fabric, woven dreams.
The jewels she wears, a subtle glow,
Reflect the fire only I know.

And I’m caught in the magic she weaves,
An endless wonder, hard to believe.

When she blooms, the world stands still,
A masterpiece, bending time and will.
Every stroke, every thread,
A symphony where beauty’s led.
When she blooms, the stars take flight,
She turns the dark into pure light.

Each moment builds, the air electrifies,
A goddess born before my eyes.
Her glow’s not just from what she wears,
It’s the strength inside, the love she shares.

When she blooms, the world’s reborn,
A radiant light outshines the dawn.
Every detail, so carefully sewn,
She takes the stage, a queen, my own.
When she blooms, my heart ignites,
A burning flame in endless night.

And as she turns, I’m swept away,
Her beauty’s light guides my way.
When she blooms, she owns the air,
A vision rare, beyond compare.