She stands by the shore, the dawn's first light,
A heart scarred by battles, but holding tight.
Many hands have reached, then let her fall,
Seeking beauty's lure, but not her soul's call.
With each broken promise, each whispered lie,
She gathers her pieces, learns to fly.
Though storms may rage, and hearts deceive,
In love's true dream, she still believes.
She waits for a love as deep as the sea,
One that sees her strength, sets her free.
Not just to touch, but to understand whole—
The beauty, the scars, the depth of her soul.
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