If our eyes would see the souls instead of bodies, how different our ideals of beauty would be.
To you, my tender flower, the one who holds the real power, the ancient wisdom, the deepest truth.
To you, my beauty, who keeps the secrets of existence, inspires change and loves without conditions, accepts and heals.
To you, my hero, who is the safest shelter and most incredible adventure.
To you, my mystic witch, who rises from the ashes and brings manifestation, creating life in face of death.
To you, my dear mother, my dear sister, dear daughter, my dear wife and dear elder.
It's for you, my dear woman, this humble offering, my little tribute in the honor of the feminine, the celebration of grace.
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