Beneath the temple's pillars, her splendor glows bright,
In the sun's golden locks, she reaches the height.
Her shining sword engraves its mark on the heart,
A princess of paradise, where love's echoes start.
Her flowing gown dances with Rumi's breeze,
Dawn's wind brings dreams, a tranquil release.
Fire in her eyes, her lips hold a tale,
On time's canvas, her loyalty prevails.
Within her lies magic, a spellbinding grace,
In eternal love's veil, she hides her embrace.
A mirror to illusions, Shakira reflects,
As a princess divine, her charm connects.
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