In the mirror’s gentle gaze,
Where shadows softly play,
Lies a tale of whispered grace,
Of journeys marked each day.

The skin, a map of memories,
Lines etched by time’s embrace,
Holds secrets of the heart’s decree,
In every mark and trace.

Beneath the surface, stories weave,
Of battles fought and won,
In the quiet strength we believe,
Beneath the moon and sun.

A vessel of the soul’s desire,
A canvas vast and grand,
With every breath, we inspire,
The courage to withstand.