There is an emanation one can see,
A cast of mellow light about her face,
Like moonbeams dancing on a sheath of gold,
That seems to come from deep within her soul.
One sees it in her eyes, her bearing speaks
Of something done, some great accomplishment,
That she alone made happen. Her success,
Against all odds, is shown within her pride.
Not arrogance but, pride of having done
What she set out to do; a confidence
That rendered beauty, grace and charm into
The splendor of her womanhood.
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