In the quiet whispers of dawn’s embrace,
Lies the tapestry of a woman’s grace.
Her silhouette, a story untold,
In every curve, a strength to behold.

The rhythm of life flows through her veins,
Bearing burdens, enduring pains.
Yet in her stride, a dance so free,
A testament to her bravery.

Her skin, a canvas kissed by time,
Each scar a verse, each line a rhyme.
In her eyes, the depth of seas,
Reflecting dreams and histories.

Celebrate the body, a sacred art,
A vessel of life, a beating heart.
In every woman, a universe lies,
Endless, boundless, touching the skies.