In curves and lines, a story unfolds,
A tapestry woven in whispers of time,
Strength in softness, grace in form,
The female body, a living rhyme.
In every scar, a tale of courage,
In every mark, a journey traced,
A dance of shadows, light, and hues,
A testament to beauty, embraced.
The cradle of life, a nurturerâs touch,
Rooted in earth, reaching for skies,
A vessel of dreams, a keeper of souls,
In silent strength, it quietly lies.
Resilient and fierce, yet gentle and kind,
A paradox of power in delicate grace,
The female body, a universe within,
An endless wonder, a sacred space.