In the gentle curve of fingertips,
Lies the story of touch and grace,
A melody sung by skin and bone,
In the quiet of space, they trace.

Eyes, like windows to the soul,
Reflect the stars, the dreams untold,
A universe wrapped in a gaze,
Where secrets of the heart unfold.

The heart beats its rhythmic song,
A dance of life, steady and strong,
Every thud a whisper of love,
A silent language we all belong.

Feet, the travelers of the earth,
Carry stories from place to place,
In every step, a journey begins,
In every move, a world embraced.