Grace in beauty

Oh Priti, fairest flower of our class
With lips like roses, and eyes like glass
A beauty so rare, a sight to behold
A story of love, yet to be told

Her voice so sweet, like a gentle breeze
That whispered secrets, and put hearts at ease
A charm so seductive, yet kind and true
She was a rose, in a garden so few

She was admired by many, attention she did seek
But always held her ground, with a spirit so meek
Flirtations and compliments, she did not mind
But she drew the line, and left no room for unkind

She was a beacon of grace, in a sea of chaos and noise
A portrait of elegance, that could never be decoyed
I longed to speak to her, to bask in her light
But only admired from afar, and hoped for a sight

I remember her worry, during exams so tough
Her anxiety palpable, her fear enough
I helped her out, letting her copy with care
Enjoying her presence, with a heart so rare

She was a beauty beyond compare
A soul so gentle, with a heart that could repair
My heart aches for you, and all that you are
A shining star, that could never be too far.