In the depths of midnight's quiet embrace,
She toils, determined, in that sacred space.
Amidst rows of books, her sanctuary bright,
She battles the darkness, her beacon of light.
Late into the night, she persists, unyielding,
A symphony of dedication, tireless and unwinding.
With every flicker of candlelight's dance,
She immerses herself in knowledge's expanse.
From morning's first blush till the sun's descent,
She marches forward, a resolute intent.
Fifteen, seventeen hours, each one a testament,
To her ceaseless pursuit of scholarly ascent.
Yet amidst her diligence, my heart swells,
For she's more than a scholar, as my love tells.
Her spirit, a wildfire, fuels my adoration,
An inspiration, my compass in life's navigation.
Though exams beckon with their demanding call,
I pray she finds solace, that she won't let them enthrall.
For her brain grows weary, her thoughts intertwine,
But her strength, her resilience, forever align.
Every passing day, my love grows stronger,
As she blossoms, thriving, unable to ponder.
In her presence, I find solace, I find peace,
Her gentle embrace, a sweet, soulful release.
She's more than a person, she's a masterpiece,
A walking, breathing marvel, an endless lease.
With her, I am whole, her existence divine,
For in her love's embrace, I truly intertwine..!🩵🩷
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