Gift called love

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

No man is untouched by her grace,

Her face has the power to inspire,

Look at her your beloved,

Look at her your wife,

She is the breath of life,

Makes it beautiful and alive,

It's sure they deserve respect,

Not a word can one suspect.

From the cradle, she cared for us,

Without her even heaven's were alone,

Our helper, our life-breath,

Our partner, her love, always suffice.

Love has found its personification,

Love has touched your life,

We are blessed to have them,

I call it life, life and life.