My Lasting Minutes

A woman's beauty is a wondrous sight,
A marvel to behold, a pure delight,
It radiates from deep within,
A reflection of the soul, a sacred hymn.

Her eyes like stars that light up the night,
Her smile like sunshine, warm and bright,
Her skin like silk, so soft and smooth,
Her laughter like music, a joyful groove.

Her curves like the rolling hills of nature,
Her grace like a dancer's perfect posture,
Her hair like a river, flowing free,
Her spirit like a bird, soaring high and carefree.

A woman's beauty is not just skin deep,
It's the essence of her being, that she keeps,
Her heart, her soul, her every part,
A work of art, a masterpiece of the heart.

So let us celebrate the beauty of women,
In all their forms, in all their glory and wisdom,
For they are a gift, a treasure so true,
A symbol of love, forever shining through.