In the gentle rise and fall of her breath,
Lies the story of a thousand dawns,
Her body, a canvas of strength and grace,
Painted with the hues of resilience.

Each curve tells a tale of its own,
A testament to the life it has borne,
The marks of love, of life, of strife,
Etched deeply in the fabric of her being.

Her hands, sculptors of dreams untold,
Weaving warmth in every touch,
They hold the power to nurture life,
And cradle the world in gentle embrace.

In her eyes, a universe of wonders,
Reflecting the light of countless stars,
A gaze that sees beyond the surface,
To the heart of all that she inspires.