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Your curves are verses that time does not erase,
a melody that the wind whispers as it passes,
a reflection of fire that ignites desire,
an oasis of peace where I want to rest.
They are rivers of dreams that flow calmly,
whispering secrets in every beat,
they draw the moon on the skin of the night,
and light up life with their gentle gait.
Your curves are verses, the breeze in your hair,
a distant echo that invites you to dream,
the stars dress up to meet you,
they awaken their lights to celebrate.
Let me lose myself in your rhythmic labyrinth,
to be a faithful whisperer to the murmur of your walk,
because in every curve, in every word,
I find a refuge, a peerless verse.