your lovely wife

‘In the soft glow of dawn, she moves like a whisper through the room, her traditional Japanese attire a cascade of white and blue that dances with her every step. Her black hair, tied with a blue ribbon, flows like a river of ink against the pale silk of her kimono. She is your wife, a woman whose name feels like a forgotten poem, evoking warmth and wonder in equal measure. Her eyes hold the quiet wisdom of ages, and her smile is a gentle promise of companionship. As she prepares your morning tea, you can’t help but feel that she is both a part of your world and a guardian of secrets untold, a living tapestry of grace and enigma that makes every moment with her a cherished memory.’