In youthful glow, Arie walks with grace, A beauty that time would wish to trace. Her laughter dances, a song so sweet, Guiding my heart with each rhythmic beat. Nineteen summers paint her gentle guise, Yet wisdom sparkles in her bright eyes. Though I, just eighteen, stumble, unsure, Her patience softens, helps me mature. In shadows and light, she captivates, A blossoming dream that never abates. My pulse quickens, a silent reprise, Drawn by curves that capture my sighs. Yet beyond allure, her spirit enchants, In her presence, my heart truly chants. For in her essence, I find my art, Arie, the keeper of my yearning heart.