She,
Who's perceives,
Your deepest mystery.

She,
Who adores nature,
Just more, more than me.

She,
Who's a fresh air,
That can so well heal.

She,
Who listens,
But will never judge you
To be silly.

She,
Who can smile,
In her greatest miseries.

She,
Who loves,
And sees all as a good being.

She
Who's sans, sans a family,
But blessed and pampered
By her pets daily,

She,
Who'll prove,
'Age is just a number,
In intimacy.'

She,
Who's heart, is so,so  lively
A heart, that Pours love pious,  incessantly.

She,
Who dwells in a heaven on earth,
Nests in her alluring heavenly hearth,
Amidst the birds, plants and beasts.
And is so, so fond of nature's mirth

She,
Who's fond of nature and tree.

She,
Who so loves writing poetry.
And Is a pro,
At this proficient artistry

She,
Who'll spread happiness,
Wherever she'll be.

Is my sweet,
sweet aunt-friend
My dear aunt and friend
Called 'Margie'!