In realms of love, a radiant sight, Where women bloom, adorned in light. With hearts ablaze, their spirits strong, A tapestry of grace where they belong.
In her eyes, a universe unfurls, Reflecting galaxies, each twinkle swirls. Her gaze, a tempest, both fierce and kind, Unraveling depths, secrets she'll unwind.
Her voice, a symphony, melodic and pure, Whispering dreams that forever endure. Each word a melody, sung from her soul, Igniting passions, making spirits whole.
Her touch, a tender breeze upon my skin, Caressing me with love, erasing every sin. Her hands, a healing balm, soothing and true, Embracing wounds, granting solace anew.
Her laughter, like sunshine on a spring morn, Filling my world with joy, reborn. A symphony of mirth, infectious and bright, A melody that dances, igniting the night.
In her presence, I find solace and peace, A sanctuary where love's troubles cease. For she, a tapestry of strength and grace, Embodies love's essence in every embrace.
So here's to the women, bold and divine, The keepers of love, in their hearts entwined. With gratitude and admiration, my heart unfurls, For their love, a treasure that forever swirls.
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