Oh! adorable woman;
An enchanting Himene!
You the gleaming moon, beaming above
The velvety sward, spreading love.
You must be those violets rolling o’er the meadow.
Every season to her glories and splendours do bow.
You’re the womb,
Through you the lives bloom.
A religion –
You’re a hymn the Creator chant.
Your aura’s never scant.
You’re an ageless boon.
Your richness can never swoon.
Dedicated to all the women celebrating their spirit of unique earthiness and cosmic aura
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