You are so fine—
the universe holds its breath
lest one false note
bend the swan-neck
of your beauty,
where even light learns restraint.
So radiant—
that a whisper of untruth
could send tremors
through the swan lake of your grace,
rippling the stillness
where moonlight kneels
to sip your echo.
Yours is a beauty
silence dares not disturb—
a calm so pure,
even stillness walks barefoot
in your light.
