Real ray of beauts

Is there a thing more luring
Than the sight of a gazelle
Walking her way to the aisle
As her waist gives the rhythm
Of the East wind’s enchanting songs?

True meaning of guts.
Is there one as fierce
As one whose hair has weathered 
All storms of gall and friction
And mastered to forfend
Even her descendants yet to come?

The one Kim Martin–
A coresident of mine.
Her strong resilient spirit,
Grew wings and learnt to fly.