She Wears Grace

She don’t need diamonds to light up a room,

Her red hair glows like a sunset in June.

Eyes like a story I’ve read through the years,

Still catch me off guard, still bring me to tears.

She walks like she’s danced with the weight of the world,

But her smile’s still soft, like a small-town girl.

Lines on her face don’t steal her youth,

They just trace the map of her fight and her truth.

She wears grace like a Sunday dress,

Soft but strong, never second guess.

She’s beauty that don’t fade with years,

She’s the echo I still hear.

No makeup needed, no disguise —

She’s the kind that never lies.

She wears grace… and I still see her shine.

She’s a Sagittarius, wild and wise,

With fire in her soul and truth in her eyes.

She don’t chase mirrors or borrowed praise,

She walks her own, untamed ways.

I’ve seen her broken, I’ve seen her bold,

She’s fire and quiet rolled into gold.

And if she doubts what I still see,

She’s more than she’ll ever believe.

She wears grace like a prayer I keep,

In the quiet, in the deep.

She’s beauty that don’t fade with time,

She’s the reason I still rhyme.

No mirror shows what I know’s true —

She’s beautiful… through and through.