She is the night
with the twinkling stars
above
to light your way
in the dark.
She is the love
that drove
thousands of ships
to Troy.
She is the Joy
of a child's
Christmas morning.
She is the anticipation
of the lover's heart
seeking that first kiss.
She is the knowledge
that the scholar seeks
in the Talmud.
She is kindness
like the sweetest taste
of wine
on your lips.
She is love and light
joy and laughter.
She is here for us to partake of. 
I hope no one is offended by the photograph, it just struck me.
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Hugs and blessings - S.
You might want to drop the very last word of the poem, Chana. It seems extraneous to me. I think it would end with more panache on the unique word partake.
The ending is perfect, in my opinion anyway. I wouldn't change it. It would then suddenly mean something completely different than what it is now. And I Love it!
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Great Chana LOVE it