In the mirror where whispers dance,
Lies a canvas of time, a fleeting glance.
Each curve and line, a story untold,
A silent symphony, both brave and bold.

The skin, a tapestry of scars and grace,
Holds memories of a life’s embrace.
Every shadow and light, a gentle trace,
Of journeys walked, at their own pace.

The heart beats a rhythm, steady and true,
A guardian of dreams, both old and new.
With every pulse, a promise to keep,
In the silence of night, where secrets sleep.

Hands that reach for stars untold,
Feet that wander, daring and bold.
The body, a vessel of endless wonder,
A masterpiece of life, never to sunder.