Treasure Island

Moostef Vosti


PRICELESS PRINCESS


Her beauty is so natural that roses defines her
Her face glows in beauty of the morning sun
Beauty never seen by any man, it is that of Esther {Est.2: 7}
Her fragrance is not common, it is a souvenir from Mary {John 12: 3}

Not in shillings, Rand, or if you had any gold
Can you buy her beauty Her heart deeply rooted in the word {Job 22: 22}, no space for JEALOUSY
Her mouth is not full of gossip
but WISDOM and WORSHIP {Pro.31: 26}

Her dignity is valueless, convincing her to loose it is as telling a snail to include salt in its meal
IMPOSSIBLE
On judgment day her name will change from; Audrey, Sandra, Joy...
To VIRTUOUS
She is 'Proverbed' in thirty one

Submitted: Tuesday, May 22, 2012
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