In the twilight's gentle gleam, Wanders Michelle, lost in dream, Unsure of paths she treads alone, Her heart a burden, heavy and unknown. Yet to my eyes, a vision unfolds, Her warmth a story, softly told. A laugh that dances through the night, Her presence turns the dark to light. Though doubts may shroud her day by day, Her spirit's fire will find its way. For in her eyes, the stars align— A cosmos where the heavens shine. A beauty rare, a soul so free, Michelle, a gift for all to see. An enchantment pure, a beguiling grace, A beacon in a shadowed space. To her, a world that's yet unseen, But to us, she is a living dream.