The Gift of women

Every woman—a masterpiece divine, A sacred blessing, love’s own sign. A world without their touch, so bare, No warmth, no grace, no tender care. From cradle’s hush, their gaze so bright, A beacon soft, a guiding light. Their embrace—balm for shattered hearts, A healing touch, where pain departs. The world stands strong because they stand, As mothers, daughters, hearts in hand. Wives who love, and friends so true, Their strength shines bright in all they do. No gem nor gold could e’er compare, To the treasures women bear. Far above rubies, rare and fine— A woman's worth is light divine.