In the mirror stands a shadow, forlorn and stark, Though her heart is a beacon, dispelling the dark. Michelle sees reflections distorted, unkind, Yet her soul is a tapestry, gentle, designed. To the world, she's a symphony, notes rich and rare, A vision of kindness, impossibly fair. How can she not see the beauty I see? A universe lies in her eyes, vast and free. For each self-doubt she harbors, a petal I’ll sow, In gardens of love where her true self can grow. No words can encompass the warmth that she gives, In her presence alone, my whole spirit lives. Admired and beloved by many a heart, But to me, she's the universe, each glorious part. In knowing dear Michelle, my own soul is freed— A world intertwined with her spirit, my creed.