She is like paint,
Every touch she makes, colors burst,
Filling spaces that were once dull,
Her presence vibrant, alive.
She’s like a river,
Flowing, soft, yet so strong,
Touching lives, filling hearts,
Carrying strength in her silence.
She’s like clothes,
Choosing when to reveal,
When to hide away,
Not in fear, but in grace,
Like a secret only the patient can unfold.
She’s a star,
Bright enough to light a darkened room,
You know she’s there,
Even when you don’t see her,
Her light dances,
Unbothered by the shadows that try to quiet it.
She speaks with wisdom,
But when words are needed the most,
She stays quiet,
Not because she has nothing to say,
But because silence speaks louder than a thousand words.
It’s in her pause that you find the answer.
She is loved at first sight,
Her soul is a home people want to belong to,
But not everyone gets to stay,
Not everyone understands the magic she holds.
But still, she glows,
Soft, steady, fierce.
She never asks for approval,
She knows the weight of her own worth.
And so she keeps glowing,
A light no darkness can fade.
She is the quiet storm,
The endless sky,
Unstoppable,
Unshaken,
Just being.
She’s the storm that passes through your life, leaving behind a trail of calm,
The kind of calm you didn’t know you needed until she walked away,
Leaving you with a memory of her strength,
A reminder that you, too, can weather any storm,
And still come out shining brighter than before.
She’s the kind of woman who doesn’t ask for applause,
But when she steps into a room, the whole world stands in awe.
She’s the voice that calls you to rise, even when you’ve fallen too many times,
The hand that lifts you up without a word,
Her presence is a promise that no matter how broken you feel,
You can still find pieces of yourself in her strength.
She is the quiet force, the unspoken truth,
The kind of woman who doesn’t need to be seen to be felt.
I Love you so much by walking shadow poetry Kenya
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