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Oh, woman, your beauty breathes among the stars

Oh, woman, your beauty breathes among the stars, an entire universe in your gaze, a sparkle that opens gates to unknown heavens, where light finds its eternal dance, the curve of your lips is the crescent moon watching over the night's silences, a smile carrying the secrets of time like ancient amulets. Your voice, a bird's song in its unending flight, caresses the silence with every note, with every whisper, a journey through unseen memories and deeply buried desires, your smile is an island of peace in a sea of unrest, a lighthouse piercing the fog of life, urging us to find light even when darkness spreads its wings. Your body, a poetry of forms, the velvet of your skin inspires the desire to touch infinity with the fingers of time, the grace of your movements, a silent dance of gravity, the kindness flowing from your heart like a river of light, refreshes the earth thirsty for love, soothes the thirst of eternity. It's the magic of your presence, that ineffable fragrance of essence, the aura that envelops you, making us feel as if we've stepped into a sanctuary of dreams, where time stands still, and everything becomes possible under the sky with falling stars. Your beauty captivates our souls, makes our hearts fall again and again under the spell of love, like a never-ending story written with star ink on the pages of eternity; this is your call, to explore, to discover, to love fearlessly, in the eternal dance of light and shadows, an unwritten story born from your gaze, from your touch, from every whisper of the wind that rustles through the tree branches, hiding the secrets of infinity.

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