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White When she weeps When she weeps, the skies turn grey, Her sorrow paints the dawn away. Tears like rivers gently flow, Whispering tales of silent woe. Her fragile heart, a shattered glass, Reflects the dreams that couldn’t last. In every drop, a world of pain, Yet through the storm, she stands again. Though clouds may linger in her eyes, Hope still hides in tear-filled skies. For in her tears, a strength is born, To rise once more with every morn. ©Amen #love poetry for her

White When she weeps When she weeps, the skies turn grey, Her sorrow paints the dawn away. Tears like rivers gently flow, Whispering tales of silent woe. Her fragile heart, a shattered glass, Reflects the dreams that couldn’t last. In every drop, a world of pain, Yet through the storm, she stands again. Though clouds may linger in her eyes, Hope still hides in tear-filled skies. For in her tears, a strength is born, To rise once more with every morn. ©Amen #love poetry for her

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White Her Lovely Voices In whispers soft, her voices dance, A melody of love, a fleeting glance. Each word she speaks, a song so pure, Her laughter's echo, a sweet allure.Her lovely voices, like morning dew, Caressing hearts with tones so true. A symphony of light and grace, That time and sorrow can't erase.In every note, a story told, Of warmth and wonder, brave and bold. Her lovely voices, a healing balm, A lullaby, both soft and calm.Through storms and shadows, they will rise, A chorus lifting to the skies. Her lovely voices, forever stay, A gentle guide along the way. ©Amen #love poetry for her

White Her Lovely Voices In whispers soft, her voices dance, A melody of love, a fleeting glance. Each word she speaks, a song so pure, Her laughter's echo, a sweet allure.Her lovely voices, like morning dew, Caressing hearts with tones so true. A symphony of light and grace, That time and sorrow can't erase.In every note, a story told, Of warmth and wonder, brave and bold. Her lovely voices, a healing balm, A lullaby, both soft and calm.Through storms and shadows, they will rise, A chorus lifting to the skies. Her lovely voices, forever stay, A gentle guide along the way. ©Amen #love poetry for her

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White She Cares In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light, She whispers warmth, turning dark to bright. With hands that cradle, and eyes that see, The world’s harsh weight, but not a plea.She cares in ways that words can't say, Through gentle touch and soft display. Her love, like rivers, deep and wide, A constant flow, a steady guide.In every tear she softly dries, In every truth she never hides, She weaves a strength, a tender grace, A quiet heart, a steady pace.She cares beyond the reach of time, Her soul, a melody, pure and fine. A love that never needs to be declared— She cares, and in that care, she’s shared. ©Amen # love poetry for her

White She Cares In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light, She whispers warmth, turning dark to bright. With hands that cradle, and eyes that see, The world’s harsh weight, but not a plea.She cares in ways that words can't say, Through gentle touch and soft display. Her love, like rivers, deep and wide, A constant flow, a steady guide.In every tear she softly dries, In every truth she never hides, She weaves a strength, a tender grace, A quiet heart, a steady pace.She cares beyond the reach of time, Her soul, a melody, pure and fine. A love that never needs to be declared— She cares, and in that care, she’s shared. ©Amen # love poetry for her

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White Her Love Her love is like the morning sun, A gentle light that always runs, Through darkest nights and stormy seas, A warmth that puts my heart at ease.Her love is like a quiet breeze, Soft whispers in the autumn trees, It lifts me up when I am low, A tender grace that lets me grow.Her love is strong like mountain heights, A steady force through endless fights, She holds me close, she keeps me whole, Her love is written on my soul.Her love is pure, her love is kind, A precious gift, one of a kind, In her embrace, I feel alive, With her love, I truly thrive. ©Amen #love poetry for her

White Her Love Her love is like the morning sun, A gentle light that always runs, Through darkest nights and stormy seas, A warmth that puts my heart at ease.Her love is like a quiet breeze, Soft whispers in the autumn trees, It lifts me up when I am low, A tender grace that lets me grow.Her love is strong like mountain heights, A steady force through endless fights, She holds me close, she keeps me whole, Her love is written on my soul.Her love is pure, her love is kind, A precious gift, one of a kind, In her embrace, I feel alive, With her love, I truly thrive. ©Amen #love poetry for her

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White Daughters' Love A daughter's love is soft and pure, A bond that time cannot obscure. She lights the room with gentle grace, Her warmth can heal, her smile embrace.Through every storm, she'll stand her ground, In her love, comfort is always found. She carries strength in every stride, A source of joy, a family's pride.Her laughter fills the empty space, Her kindness leaves a lasting trace. A daughter's love, forever true, A gift that makes the world anew. ©Amen # love poetry for her

White Daughters' Love A daughter's love is soft and pure, A bond that time cannot obscure. She lights the room with gentle grace, Her warmth can heal, her smile embrace.Through every storm, she'll stand her ground, In her love, comfort is always found. She carries strength in every stride, A source of joy, a family's pride.Her laughter fills the empty space, Her kindness leaves a lasting trace. A daughter's love, forever true, A gift that makes the world anew. ©Amen # love poetry for her

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White A Beautiful Woman In her presence, time seems to pause. Her beauty is not just in her appearance but in the grace of her movements and the kindness in her eyes. She carries herself with an elegance that captivates, a blend of strength and gentleness. Her smile is a beacon, illuminating the darkest corners with its warmth. Her laughter, like a melody, brings joy to those around her.But it is her spirit that truly defines her beauty—an unwavering resilience, a compassionate heart, and an intellect that shines through her every word. She listens with empathy, speaks with wisdom, and loves with a depth that leaves an indelible mark. In a world that often focuses on the superficial, her beauty is a reminder that true elegance lies within. ©Amen # love poetry for her

White A Beautiful Woman In her presence, time seems to pause. Her beauty is not just in her appearance but in the grace of her movements and the kindness in her eyes. She carries herself with an elegance that captivates, a blend of strength and gentleness. Her smile is a beacon, illuminating the darkest corners with its warmth. Her laughter, like a melody, brings joy to those around her.But it is her spirit that truly defines her beauty—an unwavering resilience, a compassionate heart, and an intellect that shines through her every word. She listens with empathy, speaks with wisdom, and loves with a depth that leaves an indelible mark. In a world that often focuses on the superficial, her beauty is a reminder that true elegance lies within. ©Amen # love poetry for her

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भविष्य त्याच्या हाती, तो निर्माता बालकांचा म्हणूनच त्याला दिला आपण दर्जा पालकांचा आठवतो तो दिवस जेव्हा त्याला "आई" म्हटले काहीतरी होते ज्यामुळे आम्हाला सुरक्षित वाटले घरापेक्षा जास्त वेळ शाळेतच तर असायचो कधी कधी तर चक्क त्याच्या मांडीवरही बसायचो! लाडका-दोडका नाही, सगळी त्याचीच मुले होती त्यानेच गिरवायला शिकवली आम्हा पाटी समानतेची सण सारे, नवे निराळे, केले नेहमी साजरे त्याच्यामुळे सजवले आपल्या संस्कृतीचे नजारे मनोभावे आठवू त्याला, नको कशाची सक्ती हृदयी माझ्या सदा वसावी त्या गुरूचीच मूर्ती ©Anagha Ukaskar #Teachersday #poem #guru #marathi #kavita #nojotomarathi

भविष्य त्याच्या हाती, तो निर्माता बालकांचा म्हणूनच त्याला दिला आपण दर्जा पालकांचा आठवतो तो दिवस जेव्हा त्याला "आई" म्हटले काहीतरी होते ज्यामुळे आम्हाला सुरक्षित वाटले घरापेक्षा जास्त वेळ शाळेतच तर असायचो कधी कधी तर चक्क त्याच्या मांडीवरही बसायचो! लाडका-दोडका नाही, सगळी त्याचीच मुले होती त्यानेच गिरवायला शिकवली आम्हा पाटी समानतेची सण सारे, नवे निराळे, केले नेहमी साजरे त्याच्यामुळे सजवले आपल्या संस्कृतीचे नजारे मनोभावे आठवू त्याला, नको कशाची सक्ती हृदयी माझ्या सदा वसावी त्या गुरूचीच मूर्ती ©Anagha Ukaskar #Teachersday #poem #guru #marathi #kavita #nojotomarathi