Beautiful Woman For Me

In a world where beauty's hue is narrow,

Shines Shafira, a gem of inner glow.

At twenty summers young, she stirs hearts,

With intellect, grace, her inner arts.

Once tomboyish, now a bloom refined,

Eyes that gleam, straight hair, a form defined.

Yet her beauty runs far deeper still,

In wisdom's quest, her heart does fill.

A reader's soul, in pages lost and found,

From classics' embrace to the modern's sound.

Each word a light, each story a key,

To realms of thought, where minds roam free.

And in the dance, she finds her voice,

With fluid steps, her heart's rejoice.

Emotions swirl in rhythmic flight,

A canvas moving, pure delight.

Shafira Az Zahra Buditia, a name,

That echoes grace, in intellect's flame.

A beauty true, beyond mere face,

In mind and spirit, a boundless grace.