IN MOONLIT GROVES

In moonlit groves where shadows dance,
A woman walks, in starlight trance.
Her form, a whisper, light as air,
Woven from moonlight, stardust rare.

Her eyes, deep pools where galaxies gleam,
Reflect the universe, a mystic dream.
Her hair, a waterfall of stardust spun,
Cascades with secrets whispered by the sun.

Her touch, a breeze on ancient wings,
Awakens echoes of forgotten things.
Her voice, a melody, ethereal, wise,
Holds the rhythm of forgotten skies.

She is the echo of a whispered rhyme,
A goddess born in the sands of time.
More than flesh, a spirit's grace,
An embodiment of love's embrace.

In every curve, a story told,
Of mountains bathed in starlight bold.
In every breath, a whispered song,
Of oceans wild, where dreams belong.

She is the mystery, the unseen thread,
The path unwinding, where souls are led.
A glimpse of beauty, beyond compare,
The whispered promise, of what we are.

So close your eyes, and let her guide,
Through stardust paths, where secrets hide.
For in her beauty, truth unfolds,
The female essence, mysteries untol