Her eyes sparkle like diamonds.
Her shadows exude charm.
Her steps enchant flawlessly.
My cups runneth over with her fullness.
My virtuous woman,
A woman of my goodness.
In my arms, she blossoms.
Her voice is the sound of wisdom.
Her lips carry the air of riches.
I’ll make her the wife of my youth
And the crown of my old age.
Like red roses, she drips.
I could find a pollen grain on her lips.
Like snow, she glows.
I’ve set my eyes on different flowers,
But thou excellent them all.
~Michael Edison
04012023 02:18 PM
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