A soul, a story, woven tight,
With threads of laughter, threads of fright.
A tapestry of hues, a vibrant art,
Where each detail plays a vital part.
The eyes, a window to the soul's deep well,
Reflecting wisdom, secrets they can tell.
A smile that lights a room, a gentle grace,
Or lips compressed in a stern embrace.
The voice, a melody, both sweet and strong,
A whisper soft or a battle song.
A laugh that echoes, a sigh that sighs,
A rhythm born from the heart's own lies.
The touch, a feather light, a firm caress,
A gentle brush or a passionate press.
A gesture bold, a hesitant hand,
Revealing secrets, hard to understand.
The walk, a stride, a measured pace,
A dancer's grace or a hurried chase.
A posture proud, a head held high,
Or shoulders slumped, a silent cry.
Each thread, a facet, a piece of the whole,
A complex story, a soul to extol.
A tapestry of traits, so rich and grand,
This is the essence of a character, I understand.