Gentle Ways Poem by Robert Melliard

Woman, with your gentle ways,
you complement my life.

You think of things I'd never dream of.
You come up with renovation schemes
to beautify our home.
You spend hours in decoration stores -
the last places I would go!

All that may well be crucial;
without your expert eye for detail,
this house would probably look bare;
devoid of knick-knacks, curtains, pictures;
with nothing simply pretty anywhere...