In the quiet whispers of heavens heart's domain,
Resides a woman, enduring, sure to remain.
Let it not weigh upon your spirit, nor vex,
For I wish so again your relentless success.
Silently, fervently, thy love did soar,
Amidst the duties of wife, mother, and more.
With strength akin to Russian winters, bold,
Irina, a beacon of warmth in a world cold.
With every step, she bears burdens with grace,
A testament to her fortitude, in every place.
A mother's love, a daughter's care, a friend's embrace,
Her presence, a fortress in life's fierce race.
Though thy love remains, a silent melody,
Let it not bind or burden thee.
For in Irina's strength, may others find,
A power so pure, so deeply aligned.
10 мар 2024