Njahira

In the realm of shadows, Njahira stands,

A lady of grace, with delicate hands.

Her spirit like a river, flowing free,

In the dance of life, a symphony.

Beneath the moon's tender, silver glow,

Njahira's essence begins to show.

Her laughter echoes through the night,

A melody that takes flight.

But in her eyes, a tale untold,

A story of a heart, both young and old.

For love cannot be chained or coerced,

Do not believe in a heart that is forced.

In the garden of dreams, she finds her way,

A soul that blooms in the light of day.

Njahira, a name whispered with care,

In the tapestry of life, a thread rare.

So let her heart beat to its own song,

A rhythm that's true, where she belongs.

For in authenticity, love is endorsed,

Do not believe in a heart that is forced.