I am like Ukraine. A woman with the heart of her native land

I am like my country.
Soft on the outside, strong on the inside. Warm when loved. Uncompromising when burned.
I have the generosity of the fields, the freedom of the wind, the warmth of bread and the coolness of river water.
I know how to wait, but I do not tolerate falsehood. I love deeply, with roots. And if I let in, then forever.

My tenderness is not weakness. It is a strength that embraces, heals and inspires.
My smile is not a mask. It is the sun through which rain sometimes breaks through.
I, like Ukraine, know how to be bright and cozy. But at the right moment - to become a storm if someone tries to destroy my value.

I do not chase the loud. I am looking for the real.
Someone who will see in me not only beauty, but also depth. Who will hear my inner voice, even if I am silent.
Because a woman is like a country: she must not be conquered, but protected. Understood. And be there for her – at any time.