The thought of her is never force down on to paper.
She is the romantic period in this 21st century.
She is suitable like honey is to tea.
A whiff of her spirit is of the finest fragrance: Soft and alluring.
The aesthetic of her being came into existence by the breath of God.
I am made for her.
And she is the perfect gift that stops me from looking any further
She’s everything she needs to be for me.
If she gives me a chance by letting me into her heart, I’ll pluck strings she never knew she had
Her eyes would reflect the blue skies and the brilliance of white clouds in heaven
Her skin would glow like the streets of pure gold
Her hair would shine like the harp in the angels hand
I want to be the reason you glow.
I whispered selah into her ears, but…
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