What one beholds of a woman is the least part of her. race was in all her steps,heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love. A woman's strength is the irresistible might of weakness. They may talk of a comet, or a burning mountain, or some such bagatelle; but to me a modest woman, dressed out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation.
Her heart is of the depth of an ocean, she is the embodiment of love and passion and grace, all wrapped up with ribbon around it. When she loves, she gives all she can, loves you till the end of eternity. Remember, all the evenings she makes you feel loved, and happy and secured in her arms? Those evenings, when hours flew like moments. And a moment with her, seemed like a life time. Well, she loves making you happy; she likes it more when she is the reason.
