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To my dear wife on our wedding anniversary
 It was your
charming charm that held my eyes
As I was led into your parlour that day
Of days with my unwed mote in my eyes.
But your spell of grace beamed and soon I lay
Visioned with my bachelor's blinkers gone.
More a deity than a damsel piece
Your eyes with the aureole of the dawn
Mirrored a fine mind pure that stilled to peace
Every vestige hint of voluptuous breath.
Your tresses are a sight for divine eyes
Cascading down your spine in line and breadth
Even the gods for them can't count their sighs
To such a darling heart heave I this meed
On your love's foison fount my heart does feed.
-By G. Viswanathan
From: To our first granddaughter Pratibha and other poems
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