In silence dwells her heart’s refrain,
A lady fair with thoughts untamed,
Words, like birds, elude her grasp,
Their melodies within her clasp.

A soul adorned with hues unseen,
Emotions vast, a secret sheen,
Yet, language fails her whispered soul,
As feelings deepen, evade control.

In each dawn’s blush, a tale resides,
Unwritten verse in her heart abides,
Her eyes, a canvas, speak profound,
A language lost, not yet unbound.

She paints her world in shades of thought,
In whispers heard, yet never taught,
Expressions dance within her gaze,
Her heart’s desire, an endless maze.

Her smiles a sonnet, soft and true,
Her laughter, a symphony, breaking through,
But when words beckon, they hesitate,
Lost in a labyrinth, intricate.

With pen in hand, she tries to speak,
Ink cascades, yet remains so meek,
For sentiments vast, beyond compare,
Evade her grasp, vanish in thin air.

The stars above, the moon’s embrace,
Mirror the depth upon her face,
Yet in the realm where silence thrives,
Her inner world forever strives.

Her heartstrings play a tacit tune,
A melody that escapes too soon,
For language fails her tender soul,
Emotions churning, beyond control.

In gardens where emotions bloom,
Her feelings linger, fill the room,
But in her voice, a silent plea,
For words to clothe her mystery.

So she remains a poet unsung,
Her ballad lost, yet ever sprung,
For in her silence, beauty lies,
A masterpiece within her eyes.

Oh, lady fair, with depths unseen,
Your heart’s vast ocean, serene,
Though words may falter, drift away,
Your soul’s symphony will forever sway.