WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

The essence of a woman's grace transcends mere gown,
Nor form that drapes her, nor coiffure's gentle crown.
True beauty lies within the depths of her soft gaze,
A portal to a heart where love's warm ember blazes.

Forget the fleeting charm of features, fair or plain,
For a woman's soul ignites a fire that can't be chained.
It's in the tenderness she freely gives and shares,
The passion that consumes her, banishing all cares.

With every passing year, this beauty doesn't fade,
But deepens, like rich wine, a love that time has made.