She folds like paper, like dusk on breeze,
A soul that flinches when touched to tease.
She retreats not out of fear but knowing,
That love when true, doesn't need showing.
She vows to preserve what's soft inside,
A saint, a sanctity where heaven's reside.
See her in light, not with greed in gaze,
Her heart is a sanctuary, born ablaze.
She trusts the kind to witness her bloom,
Entering a trance where sorrows gloom.
Skin that shimmers with gentle green glow,
Hair that cascades into pink's warm flow.
Eyes that speak of hazel mixed grace,
Translucent petals drape over her face.
She wears a robe woven from sunlight,
Always barefoot, at the edge of the night.