Woman of the mediterranean

In the land where azure waves embrace the shore,
There dwells a maiden, graceful to the core.
A vision of elegance, like a gentle breeze,
She dances with grace, beneath the olive trees.

Her eyes, like sapphires, sparkle with delight,
Reflecting the sun's golden rays so bright.
Her smile, a radiant beam of purest joy,
Bringing warmth to all, like a sunlit buoy.

Her hair, cascading in waves of ebony,
Kissed by the sun, it shines so brilliantly.
Like midnight silk, it flows with every stride,
A crown of beauty, adorning her with pride.

Her skin, kissed by the Mediterranean sun,
Glowing with a radiance, second to none.
A canvas of ivory, soft and divine,
A testament to nature's art, so fine.

Her steps, as light as a feather on the sand,
She glides with elegance, hand in hand.
Her movements, a ballet of grace and poise,
A symphony of beauty, that never annoys.

Her voice, a melody, sweet and serene,
Like the whispers of the sea, so serene.
Her words, like poetry, enchanting and wise,
A symphony of thoughts, that mesmerize.

She embodies the spirit of the Mediterranean,
A muse of beauty, a timeless creation.
Soft and elegant, like a summer's eve,
She captivates hearts, without reprieve.

Oh, lovely young woman of the Mediterranean,
Your grace and charm, a true inspiration.
May your spirit forever dance with the sea,
A symbol of elegance, for all to see.