In the quiet moonlit night,
Her silhouette whispers tales untold,
A tapestry of grace and might,
In every curve, a story unfolds.
Her hands, like gentle waves of time,
Crafting dreams with silent care,
In their touch, a rhythm, a rhyme,
A testament to the love they bear.
Her heart, a fortress of desires,
Beating with courage and gentle fire,
Within her, the universe conspires,
To kindle hopes that never tire.
Her feet tread paths unknown and wide,
With every step, she claims her own,
On the journey of life, she is the guide,
A dance of strength, a queen on her throne.