When she is sad,
She cried pools of tears on my chest,
Till my shirt is wet.
When she is happy,
She dances with joy,
Hugs me tight,
And in fun starts a pillow fight.
Lo behold! When she is angry,
Everybody  has to scurry,
Me too, in a hurry,
For she hurls whatever comes in her hands,
Cups, plates, spoons ,vases, and even a table fan.
But she is the only heroine,
I want in all my life's scenes.