In the twilight’s waning glow, she stands,
A woman with a heart in shattered strands.
Her love once bloomed, now lost in pain.
Yet she dares to rise and love again.
A curvy silhouette, a work of art,
A canvas painted with love’s own chart.
Her body, bold, and fiercely free
Embracing her sensuality.
With courage strong and spirit wild,
She sought love’s truth, though tears compiled.
Her heartache, raw, yet not subdued,
For in each fracture, strength renewed.
A love once bound, now set apart.
A chapter closed, a brand-new start.
Her journey takes her to unknown,
To places where her heart is sown.
Though scarred by love’s uncertain strife,
She claims her worth, a fearless life.
In her, the grace of phoenix soars,
Her broken heart, a tale of wars.
For she is more than just the pain.
A woman with a love to gain.
In curves that whisper tales untold,
Her spirit shines, a beauty bold.
Her sexuality, a sacred art,
A tapestry that sets her heart.
Embracing all her passions deep.
In vulnerability, she’ll leap.
So let her heal, let her explore.
A heart once shattered, now restored.
With newfound love, she’ll rise above.
A woman strong, a woman loved.
Quixotically Perfect 