She runs on coffee, dreams, and grace,
A little wild, with endless pace.
Chasing goals from dawn till night,
Still finds time to share her light.

Her calendar's packed, her phone won't sleep,
But her love runs calm, kind, and deep.
With messy buns and clever schemes,
She builds her world—and others' dreams.

She juggles meetings, plans, and calls,
Breaks down barriers, and scales tall walls.
A whirlwind wrapped in laughter’s glow,
She lifts you when your spirits are low.

Through rush and roar, she’s still a friend,
On whom you always can depend.
Her heart was a beacon, bright and true,
With every step, she thinks of you.

So don’t mistake her busy vibe,
She’s full of heart and loves her tribe.
A girl who hustles, bold and free,
Still keeps room for you and me.

Behind those heels, a soul that soars,
Creating space, unlocking doors.
With every dream, she dares to chase,
She leaves behind a warm embrace.

In city streets or quiet nooks,
Her kindness shows in all she looks.
A force of nature, fierce and sweet,
Her hustle never skips a beat.

She is the spark that lights the night,
A whirlwind dressed in morning light.
With love to give and dreams to fill,
She is hustle-wrapped in boundless thrill.

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