In metaphors of grace, I write to her.
A woman's form, a house of harmony
Her body like a dwelling strong and fair, a heaven for soul, a love to share. A fortress built on dreams that heart can feel. With corridors that lead to hidden depths where secrets bloom and tender moments triumph. Her eyes, two windows offer light and sight. The woman's body, house of wonders rare, a sanctuary of love beyond complete. Uloma ; good house.