She is always a woman to me

With puffed up tomato like cheeks,
Dimples she gets when she would speak,
She would hug a stranger in a fit of a joy,
And hit a known when annoyed.
With a perpetual frown she would keep you at bay.
She wants to know more, but resist from listening.
She would tell you all but you would feel there is more.
She knows her limits, and that would be the sky.
She would tell you your limits and that wouldn’t be the sky.
She knows how to say please, but never say sorry the way it’s supposed to be.
She could lie thru her teeth and even though you would know, you don’t mind.
She loves to be praised, but ignores when done so.
You would be family as long as she wants; you could be enemy as long as you want.
She could handle a crowd, by just a few words, she didn’t really mean.
She would tell you that she has substance, without her knowing herself.
She would flirt with you not knowing the effects.
She would have choley chawal day in and out
And take you out for a six course meal.
She would show of her arms, and keep you off her eyes.
She loves her babies, but forgets to love herself.
She adjusts and compromises, not knowing for what.
She has all the men in her life but she misses the man in her life,
And that might make you feel important
She has all the pain, but willing to forget it.
She is lonely at heart but grows on her facebook
She has come of an age and is writing the future.
She is unclear of her virtues and vows but would soon realize.
She can be misguided upto an extent, but when she finds her way, you’d better watch out.
If you think she is charming now, wait till she is eighty, she will have elegance and beauty beyond par. (Praise, she would ignore)

Ooohhhh (like the Billy Joel poem)
She takes care of her self; she is always on my mind
She smiles like a child, she cries like a baby
She is always a woman to me.