Lucky is the man;
he is truly blessed.
They say he\'s lucky
as she has a face so fair.
A summer of delight
dancing in her hair.
But seasons change
as winter comes to call,
and beauty fades
like leaves that fall.
They say he\'s lucky
whose woman is rich,
he loves the comfort
and ignores the glitch.
Such a wealth is
just a hollow weight,
it cannot buy the soul,
a happy fate.
They say he\'s lucky
as she bows and obeys,
a silent shadow
even in darkest days.
A follower can’t light
the fire inside,
or turn the current
of the rising tide.
They say he’s unlucky
if her gaze begins to roam,
looking for friends
when she should be home.
Her options open,
the hearts will burn,
as she leaves him standing,
at point of no return.
But lucky is the man,
he is truly blessed,
Who finds a Woman
different from the rest.
A love that doesn’t bind,
but sets him free,
To be the person
he was born to be.
It exonerates the heart,
it clears the way,
It elevates the spirit
each passing day.
Oh, lucky is the man
who can find,
A love so rare,
so subtle and benign.
She is a participant,
and not a passenger,
the bearer of truth,
not a messenger.
A friend in the thick,
steady rock in the thin,
she knows how to fight
and how to win.
Her beauty is inner,
her soul at peace.
her words and action
put everyone at ease.
As actions speak,
louder than the words,
she soars above,
soft and delicate birds.
She upholds her image
with dignity and grace,
as a timeless anchor,
of the human race.
She walks beside him,
strong and true,
There is no limit
to what he can do.
She becomes the mother,
with affections deep,
fulfilling the promises
that were hers to keep.
She flourishes the branch
of the family tree,
Nourishing the future,
one day the world will see.
Let the elation start,
let the spirit shine,
He may celebrate
his true Valentine.
Lucky is the man;
he is truly blessed.
Who finds a true woman
different from the rest.