In the quiet rhythm of our heartbeats,
Lies the secret language of life,
Each pulse a whisper to the universe,
A testament to our silent strength.

The dance of limbs in fluid grace,
A choreography of dreams untold,
Steps that trace the path of time,
In a world where movement speaks.

Eyes that hold the weight of stars,
Glimmering with stories yet to unfold,
They capture the essence of the soul,
Reflecting the dawn of every new day.

Hands that mold worlds from dust,
Crafting beauty with gentle care,
They bear the marks of countless hours,
Creating life with every tender touch.