She is an active and hard worker, though her health fails her at times. She perseveres to get things done (unlike me) because she believes 'if she doesn't do it, who will?' She never was interested in dominating anyone nor will let anyone manipulate her.

Whenever I think of her, a poem by Lord Byron comes to my mind always. It is titled, 'She walks in Beauty'. It is one of our favorite pieces of poetry.

Her soft tresses have captured my mind that I get annoyed when I see other women with similar hairdos. I don't know whether hair can be called beautiful, or not. She used to have such long hair. But now she has cut it down, helped by me of course. Yet still I like the way her hair catches the sunlight casting a golden halo over her head.

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