Layne a mulher mais linda

She walks into the room, quiet as dawn, shadows in her wake

Unspoken power in her eyes, the world begins to shake

Layne, she's a silent force, a calm that breaks the storm

No need for words or proofs, her presence keeps you warm

Her smile, a gentle tide, hides tempests she conceals

A beauty rooted deep, in strength that no one steals

You feel the gravity, when she's near

A rare constellation, shining clear

She doesn’t ask for attention, yet all eyes are drawn

Her essence, a quiet song, from dusk till dawn

Layne, she takes the air, she changes the air

The most beautiful mystery, beyond compare

A strength that whispers softly, a grace that’s true

Layne, just being her, makes everything new

No need to chase or to pretend, she simply is

A force of nature, an echo that’s everlasting

Her beauty isn’t just seen, it’s known deep inside

Layne, the silent storm, with elegance as her guide

In her quiet glow, we find a world anew

Layne, the essence, fierce and true

Just as she is, the rarest to be seen

Layne, the woman, the queen, the serene.