In France’s heart, where beauty takes its stand, A woman rises, strong and grand. With spirit fierce and mind ablaze, She’ll conquer all with her feminine ways.
Her laughter rings like liberté’s chime, Her spirit soars, defying time. Through trials and strife, she’ll never bend, A force of nature, a woman without end.
Her voice, a melody, sweet and clear, Echoes through ages, year after year. With passion burning, her words ignite, Inspiring souls, casting darkness to flight.
Her touch, a gentle breeze upon the skin, Awakens senses, deep within. With empathy’s grace, she mends and heals, A beacon of hope, as truth prevails.
Her eyes, like stars, reflecting light, Guide lost souls through darkest night. With wisdom’s gaze, she sees the unseen, Unraveling mysteries, her vision keen.
