Your sari, it flows, a river of gold,
A masterpiece, crafted, it never gets old.
Your skin like honey, so warm and so fair,
Shines like the sun, beyond compare.
Your grace is unmatched, her walk, it's a dance,
Your laughter, it echoes, like a sweet serenade.
Your beauty, a treasure, forever ingrained,
Dear Darling, your grace, never fades.
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