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In grace she walks, a gentle bloom,
Love's essence in her tender gaze.
Her heart, a harbor, steadfast, true,
In every step, devotion sways.
With hands that heal and words that mend,
She weaves a tapestry of care.
In her embrace, all sorrows end,
A sanctuary, soft and rare.
Through trials dark, her light still gleams,
A beacon of unwavering love.
In her, the sweetest of dreams,
An angel on this earth, thereof.
Oh woman fair, in beauty's guise,
Your spirit pure, a guiding light.
In every heart, your love belies,
A treasure gleaming in the night
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