Nothing is sufficient to thank her. The devotion and determination that a woman dwells in her heart is priceless. The elegance with a firm belief makes her the aura of love. Her endurance gives birth to the world.
She, A flower
Blooms well blossoms well enough,
Turns entire redolent that ambrosial aura of her ,
An eternal belle she glints regardless of any spring or autum,
Holds it together the abiding beauty of patio.
She, A star
Gleams enough glows well enough
Fluoresce the night sky yet glittering the day one,
A perpetual celestial mothering the total cosmos,
So affectionate of her nurturing us to glisten ably shine aptly.
She, A warmth
Benigns enough genials well enough,
Each gelid is mellow now that warm hug of her,
She, A strength
Encourages enough heartens well enough,
Pep fills the soul those cheering pats on shoulder,
"She is behind the success of a man" as said,
Its a flop and she is there to buck up and effort again.
She, A woman
Famine enough courageous well enough
Brings us holds us solaces us tenders us she an eternal cordial,
All a trivial she brings a meaning to it and the epitome,
She is you she is me she is a women.