In the garden of stars, where moonlight unfurls, She stands like a bloom, amidst the night's pearls. Her laughter, a melody, sweet as a lark, Her eyes, two lanterns igniting the dark. Logan gazes, heart draped in awe, A simple man, with love as his law. In her presence, he feels like a thief, Blessed with beauty, beyond his belief. For in her radiance, he finds his grace, A miracle held in their shared space. And though he feels unworthy of her light, He's grateful for love, that grants him such sight.