Yoshua :
Your beauty is a landscape, wide and grand,
Not a thin, straight line drawn in the sand.
There is a rhythm in the way you move,
A soft, deep grace in every curve and groove.
You are the harvest, the earth, and the sun,
A masterpiece finished, yet never quite done.
In every plush fold and every strong stride,
There is a glory you never should hide.
For "thick" is the word for the richest of things—
The velvet of petals, the song the soul sings.
So walk with your head held high in the light,
A vision of power, of depth, and of might.
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