Crown Of Honor Poem by oio (P.E.R)

In the garden of souls where the rarest bloom grows,
Her presence is sunlight the whole world knows.
Not merely in beauty, though radiant she stands,
But in wisdom, compassion, and diligent hands.

A heart finely woven with kindness and care,
She lifts every burden that others can't bear.
Her gaze is a lantern, her voice a soft balm,
Her spirit commands yet is gentle with calm.

Upon her head rests a crown not of gold,
But honor eternal, more precious, more bold.
The beads on her neckline are jewels of grace,
Each one a triumph, a smile on her face.

Her jawline holds composure, unshaken, refined,
Her shoulders bear progress, where destinies ascend.
She walks, and the earth feels the weight of a song,
A melody of legacy that carries us along.

Champion, leader, a torch in the night,
She teaches by being, she rules without might.
The purest of souls, the noblest of blend,
To hold her in esteem has no start and no end.
---- oio (p.e.r 🪷)