In the valley of Lebanon, where the sweet cedars grow, There came a maiden with hair like night’s raven glow. Curls, waltzing freely, a symphony of a sable hue, Mirror the vigor of this land, timeless, old and new. Her eyes, oh those eyes, akin to morning’s dew, They harbor the secret tints of hazel;… Continue reading In Her Gaze: A Tribute to Lebanese Beauty and Grace