Wandering lonely was a soul
A half searching for a whole
Then she came, shinning bright
Innocent, graceful and forthright
Her support made me grow
Only later I came to know
With her loyalty I was drenched
Yearning for love fully quenched
With fortitude she bore my temper
Everywhere – right, left and centre
Patient she remarkably remained
A “tiger” she gradually tamed
May God make me worthy of her
In Paradise too may I live with her
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