In the mirror’s silent embrace,
A canvas of stories unfold,
Each scar, each wrinkle, each trace,
A testament to lives untold.

Veins like rivers beneath the skin,
Pulsing with life, with dreams unseen,
Muscles and bones, a sacred kin,
A dance of strength and grace serene.

Eyes, windows to the soul’s deep core,
Reflecting joys, sorrows, and love,
Lips that have whispered secrets more,
Than stars that shine in skies above.

The body, a temple, pure and grand,
A vessel for the spirit’s flight,
Through every touch, every command,
It carries us from day to night.