There she goes,
with the wind through her hair
and a smile on her face.
A quiet grace in her every step,
like the world holds its breath when she moves.
Her presence lingers,
unspoken,yet everything seems clearer in her light.

There she goes,
and with every passing moment,
she carries with her something I can't name,
a feeling that tugs at the edges of my heart,
a longing without end.

She doesn't notice,
but the world shifts when she smiles,
and for a second,
everything feels just a little more right.