In the quiet grace of morning's hue, Stands Michelle, fierce and true, A heart of gold, a spirit bold, In every whispered story told. Her strength, a fortress in the storm, An independent light, her own form, Yet in her eyes, a quest, a plea, To know the self she cannot see. Let the warmth I offer be your guide, A gentle touch when faith is tried, When weariness whispers in your ear, I'll hold you close, dispel your fear. In mirrored depths, my voice will sing, Of all the joy, the love you bring, For though you tread on roads untold, Michelle, you're precious, pure as gold. Believe you're more than worthy of, A life adorned with endless love, A beautiful soul beyond compare, Deserving of the world's sweet care.