Strict Woman of elegance,
Stun beauty And self-confidence,
Fierce strut and the richest fragrance,
Angelic patience and Natural innocence,
...
In this world you aint no ace,
So pray for the Lord's gift of grace,
Shine and put gloom off your face,
Keep focus, and run your race.
...
We push, sometimes too hard,
Hold on, even when hope's the last card,
Always persist, when situations remain bad,
When bare hands, we chew our own cud,
...
My Lady
Strict Woman of elegance,
Stun beauty And self-confidence,
Fierce strut and the richest fragrance,
Angelic patience and Natural innocence,
Her contagious joy and seraphic radiance,
In sweet delirium of her romantic Glance,
And all combined with Utter effulgence,
She and I, me and her forever; hence.