In the curves of her form, a whisper of grace,
A testament to resilience, every scar a trace,
Of battles fought and victories claimed,
In silence, her strength remains untamed.

Each line and contour, a story untold,
A canvas of beauty, both fierce and bold,
In the softness of her skin, a power resides,
In her presence, the world abides.

Through pain and joy, she dances with time,
Her spirit unyielding, her essence sublime,
In the cradle of her being, life finds its start,
The female body, a work of art.

She stands as a beacon, a light in the night,
Her existence a testament to unending might,
In every breath, a testament to her worth,
The female body, the soul of the earth.