In the mirror of the soul, it stands,
A temple forged by nature’s hands.
With every beat, it silently speaks,
A story woven in flesh and peaks.

The eyes, windows to the heart’s deep sea,
Reflect the dreams of what could be.
Each scar, a tale of battles won,
The journey of life, never done.

Muscles tense, bones entwined,
A dance of strength, both fierce and kind.
The skin, a canvas of time’s embrace,
Etched with moments, leaving a trace.

Breath by breath, it carries through,
The essence of me and the essence of you.
In awe, we honor this sacred frame,
For in its form, we find our name.