Mellowing Down

With skin that feels just like mine,
A voice and body slightly different,
A mind and heart I cannot divine,
A person nonetheless, flawed and human,

But a character so gentle,
She mellows my rough soul,
With words of love and a smile,
Softening me whole,

Her presence calms the mind,
Diluting aggression, alleviating rage,
Without words, generating a field of some kind,
Though different in experience and age,

How can one human soften another,
And that, so perfectly though unwittingly,
Be it a wife, sister, friend or mother?
How does the ego submit so easily?