You are beautiful inside and out, woman.

You are beautiful inside and out, woman.

Which rose that opens with dew, you give love to your buds.

You are the nectar of your husband, the relief of his prisons.

Which bird that roams the sky, you look for food and provide your table returning to the nest, where they await you.

You weave dreams of promises, embroider souls to the sky, give warmth with your hugs and put light where a veil has fallen.

They are your healing hands of caresses and your eyes tenderness for the one who passes by your side. You rock your child, your grandson, in the cradle, you ache in the births of life with every suffering and overwhelmed heart.

You give comfort, you give tenderness, you give smiles that shudder. You give your hands, you give your life, you give your prayer and your lap.

You are strong in your tenderness, nothing they think you need, but there, deep in your soul, there is a sensitive heart that makes you a lady. Lady of honors who needs flattery, standing lady who needs hugs, iron lady to whom the sun melts and needs care.

You are a beautiful woman, crown of creation and your beloved. Headband of your own and adopted children.

Princess of the best royalty, because you are the mother of your beloved, mother of your children, mother of your parents and of all those who need your care.

You are beautiful where I observe you ... and it would take me a lifetime to write compliments, because I think of the women around me and of all of them, I find something ...