
It is in that loud laughter of yours that lets out happiness without being bothered about a second person's opinions... it's in your eyes that I see true joy and bliss, when you smile! Your eyes that smile. It's elegance that pushes you forward in a crowd of hundred to dance first... a confident woman. It's grace, the way you ride my bike, which other girls might not even try, It's your hot temper that I see, and annoying nature that makes me think you're adorable. It's the guts with which you stand up for; when you know you're right. It's graceful; when I see you walk from far, waving to me and the jumps of a kid that you possess. It's that factor that makes you go haywire and do things, gracefully, in a way that other people are too scared to attempt.
It's that grace in you that makes me love you. It's that grace that made me see the truth. It's that grace, which is you!"
He beamed, in seriousness. She saw the soft lines of his face and the curves of his smile. She squeezed his hands in gratitude and understanding. Looking down at his hands, she smiled and cried, a moment to herself. A moment to cherish.
"So, did you now, my love," he said cheesily, "understand what it is, that is, grace? And what makes you a woman more than anything else?"
She smiled. The sun was fast setting and his face grew decreasingly visible. She knew he was waiting for her, to speak. To reply.
"I don't know if I exactly understand, what that grace is, that makes me a woman..." she said."But I know, now, what it is, that makes you a man."