In the quiet of the morning light,
Where shadows dance with gentle grace,
A mirror reflects a story bright,
Of a soul searching its rightful place.

Eyes trace lines of whispered tales,
Each curve, each scar, a silent song,
Yet the heart, in doubt, often fails,
To see where true beauty belongs.

The world speaks in a thousand tones,
Of ideals crafted, harshly spun,
But in the silence, truth alone,
Reveals the light in everyone.

Oh, let the heart embrace its form,
With love unyielding, strong, and true,
For beauty’s found in every storm,
In every gaze, a world anew.