If a woman were a bird, a peacock she’d be,
Graceful and vibrant for all to see.
With feathers of splendor, a dazzling array,
She brightens the world in her unique way.

As an animal, a gazelle, swift and light,
Bounding through fields, a magnificent sight.
With elegance and poise, she moves with ease,
Dancing through life, like a gentle breeze.

Insects bow to the butterfly’s flight,
A symbol of change, pure and bright.
In Delicate Wings, a story untold,
Of transformation, beauty, and bold.

But as a human, love she imparts,
A wife with a tender and gentle heart.
In every smile, a comforting light,
Guiding her loved ones through day and night.

A mother’s embrace, warm and true,
Nurturing, caring, in all she’ll do.
With arms that cradle, a heart that shields,
In her love, every wound heals.

A sister's care, a bond so dear,
A friend and confidant, always near.
With laughter shared and secrets kept,
In her presence, hearts have wept.

A daughter’s joy, a rare blessing,
In her eyes, hope is confessing.
With dreams that soar, a spirit so bright,
In her journey, pure delight.

A symphony of grace and love she is,
A masterpiece in life’s gentle kiss.
With every role, she weaves her art,
A radiant soul, a tender heart.