dancing in the moonlight

　　　　　　﹐ ִֶָ❥. 　       ͝꒡.,　Ⲋḥẹ carries a kind of r⋅a⋅d⋅i⋅a⋅n⋅c⋅e that doesnʾt ask to be seen. It
　　　　　　　　　gathers around her like soft light through stained glass. I feel
　　　　　　　　　every step she takes like the unfolding of a quiet revelation. The
　　　　　　　　　world shifts ever so slightly to make room for her g⋅r⋅a⋅c⋅e. 　
　　　　　　　　　Her presence is a calm storm, gentle at the surface, yet filled with
　　　　　　　　　currents of brilliance that swirl silently beneath her quiet. Her
　　　　　　　　　beauty is not loud it hums like a sacred note • Ｏｎｅ　ｙｏｕ　ｆｅｅｌ
　　　　　　　　　ｍｏｒｅ　ｔｈａｎ　ｙｏｕ　ｈｅａｒ • Writing notes about her presence.
　　　　　　　　　 Her voice holds warmth in the way candlelight holds a room, wrapping
　　　　　　　　　everything in a soft glow that lingers long after. Beneath her calm
　　　　　　　　　exterior lies a fierce tenderness, the kind that blooms only in souls
　　　　　　　　　carved from kindness. — Observing her feels like watching dusk
　　　　　　　　　settle on a quiet hillside, a moment so gentle, so breathtaking.
　　　　　　　　　 Ṣḥẹ ṛẹṃạịṇṣ ḷịḳẹ a ẉḥịṣp̣ẹṛẹḍ ṣẹc̣ṛẹṭ ịṇ ṭḥẹ ẉịṇḍ— ụṇf̣ọṛg̣ẹṭṭạḅḷẹ,
　　　　　　　　　 ḷụṃịṇọụṣ, ạṇḍ ḅẹạụṭịf̣ụḷḷỵ ḥụṃạṇ·· Ｉｎｆｉｎｉｔｙ　ｏｆ　
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ｑｕｉｅｔ　ｇｒａｃｅ ♥ 　　　 ℒalisa 　ℳa̴͟no̷ban.