The treasure of beauty

Upon her body, the bosom tells a tale,
A heart's desire, a treasure without fail.

In tender moments, it gleams like a rose,
A dream of love, a story that forever grows.

Draped in silk, it holds beauty's light,
A song of nature, radiant and bright.

In a lover's arms, it finds its peace,
The essence of love, where wonders never cease.

With time, it offers a mother's gift divine,
A life's blessing, a sacred sign.

In every heart, it sparks a special delight,
A youthful dream, and for elders, a gentle sight.