

In silken trails upon her skin they lie, Stories of strength, whispered with a tender sigh, Each line, a journey etched with grace, A map of tales, her body does embrace. They shimmer like stars on a midnight sky, A mosaic of beauty, no need to ask why, Each mark, a testament of life's wondrous art, Carved with love, each one a cherished part. They weave tales of life, of moments lived, Invisible ribbons, the soul's secrets sieved, A testament to resilience, each line imparts, The beauty of scars, the song of tender hearts. Each curve, a lyric in an ode of praise, Unveiling the essence of her soul's maze, For in these marks, a woman's truth sings, The beauty in imperfection, the story it brings.