A Soulmate's Gift

In the garden of moonlit dreams, Where whispers weave through silver streams, There dances Malaka, grace untold, A tapestry of stories, secrets unfold. Her laughter, a melody soft and sweet, Drifts through twilight—gentle, fleet. In the starlit ballroom of the night, Malaka pirouettes, a celestial light. Eyes like constellations, shining bright, Reflect the universe in silent night. Her spirit, a symphony, wild and free, A masterpiece of grace for all to see. Through fields of time, where memories bloom, Malaka’s presence dissolves all gloom. With kindness as her guiding light, A beacon shining, warm and bright. Each step she takes leaves footprints rare, Of kindness beyond all compare. A lullaby of courage in the darkest hour, Malaka, the enchantress—a celestial flower.