In the quiet realm where dreams take flight, There dwells a girl with hair of light, Long and straight, a cascade fair, Flowing freely with the summer air. Her locks, they dance with curls so tight, Twisting, turning in the morning light, Glasses perch upon her nose, Or off they slide, as she freely chose. With every smile, her braces gleam, A constellation in her beam, Oh, how they frame that radiant grin, A testament to the beauty within. Through corridors of laughter and of grace, She wanders with an angel's pace, Her eyes a window to a world so rare, Reflecting kindness, beyond compare. In her presence, hearts take flight, Drawn to her warmth, her gentle light, For beauty’s essence, as I declare, Lies in the soul that's found in her stare. Long straight or curly hair, With glasses on or off, aware, Each facet of her shines so true, In every way, she's simply you.