She is at once golden-blond with the innocence of a child,
And raven-haired as a jealous daughter of Hera
She is brown-haired as a sensible homemaker
And red-haired with a fiery passion
She is strong and unshakable, solid as a rock
And timid and shy as a butterfly
She is patient and kind with forgiveness unending
But when angered, a volcano would avoid her path
I look at her and I see my daughter, the one that I protect
Then she is my mother in whom I lie protected
I see a sister and a friend for whom my love is strong, yet nonthreatening
Then I see the woman who sets my nerves aflame with passion
I look at her and see the mother of my children
I look at her and see my wife, the one I love.
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