God’s way to arrange
With His ambit and range
Chose to make a change
He made a woman soul
Without blemish or mole
A beauty that is whole
The sparkle of her verve
Stands the test of nerve
No doubt, No reserve
The maturity of her age
Stands the test of courage
No fear, No rage
The nature of her smile
Stands the test of guile
No whim, No false style
The openness of her mind
Stands the test of any kind
No restraint, No bind
Her sweetness as a wife
Stands the test of life
No dissonance, No strife
Here I am in my humble home
Writing her glories in my tome
To treasure them when I roam
© Venkat
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