She is the garden's whisper at dusk,
Moonlight kissing petals where secrets bloom.
A muse of mystery in velvet grace,
Speaking in symbols, dreams, and slow fire.

Her presence, a hush among rustling leaves,
An enigma of shadows and starlight.
Each word, a lingering fragrance
After night has settled.

In her gaze, twilight’s quiet depth
Holds untold stories and silent promises.
She is question and answer,
A timeless dance of light and dark—
A secret the night reveals only to the daring.