With straps that don’t dig and bands that don’t sting.  

You fit like a dream, not a medieval device,  

Choosing you once, I never thought twice.   

In a world where bras can be a curse,  

You're the one that's lifted my worst.  

You cradle my curves like a gentle embrace,  

While others leave marks that I can't erase.  

You lift me up high, but not like a vise,  

A soft, gentle hug—it's so damn nice.