Woman's beauty

Upon a canvas of elegance, she stands,

A masterpiece of nature's skilled hands.

Her eyes, like pools of liquid dreams,

Reflecting stars, it seems.

Her lips, a delicate curve of bliss,

Whispering verses with every kiss.

Her skin, a porcelain work of art,

Radiating warmth from her very heart.

In her presence, the world surrenders,

As she enchants with her gentle whispers.

Her laughter, a symphony of joy,

Melodies that no words can destroy.

Her grace, a ballet of grace and poise,

Captivating hearts with effortless poise.

She dances through life, a graceful swan,

Leaving trails of beauty where she's gone.

Her spirit, a wild, untamed fire,

Igniting passions, burning desire.

She's a muse to poets, an artist's muse,

Inspiring creations, breaking all rules.

She is a poem, woven in flesh and bone,

A tapestry of love, meticulously sown.

Her beauty, a language only few can grasp,

A divine masterpiece, destined to last.

So let these words be a tribute to her,

A celebration of beauty that will endure.

For she is more than just a girl so fair,

She's a living, breathing poem beyond compare.