In curves and lines, a story told,
A tapestry of strength, of old,
Each scar and dimple, a tale to weave,
In the silent whispers of the eve.

The heart beneath, a rhythm pure,
In every beat, a love assured,
With every breath, a dance of life,
In the embrace of day and night.

A vessel strong, yet soft as dew,
A canvas vast, in hues anew,
Within its frame, the world resides,
A universe where beauty hides.

The female form, a hymn of grace,
In every movement, time and space,
A celebration, bold and free,
The essence of humanity.