In the Garden of Grace

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In the garden where beauty blooms,
And handsomeness stands tall,
Whispers of the evening’s hues,
Echo in the heart’s own hall.

The roses blush with crimson pride,
Petals soft as satin’s glide,
While the oak, in stately form,
Bears the strength of every storm.

Eyes that hold the stars’ own light,
Reflect the moon’s gentle might,
And lips that curve like autumn’s gold,
Speak of stories yet untold.

With every step, a rhythm pure,
Elegance in motion, sure,
A dance of grace in night’s embrace,
Captivating time and space.

Beauty’s charm, a fleeting glance,
Handsome in its quiet stance,
Together, they paint the skies,
In the gaze of tender eyes.