WHY SHE IS IDEAL?
Time and tide passes day and night
As the feeling of love
Triggers a burning desire
Within the bottommost part of my heart
To possess an invaluable jewel of my own
A jewel endowed with beauty, intelligence and integrity
A lady born of eve
But created by the magnificent
Artistic hands of Jehovah
A queen who glows not only beauty
But a great deal of care and selflessness
Supporting every adventure I undertake
And unconditionally sympathizes with my woes
She rebukes me not, when my weaknesses
As dirty as a pig-sty discomforts her
But rather illuminates on me
The light of understanding and encouragement
To eradicate this dark me
She is ideal because
She finds me when I’m lost
Elevates me when I’m down
Inspires me when all hope is lost
She never gives up on me
Even when I am deserted, neglected
And left in the middle of the desert
She shades me from the scorching sun of misery
Quench my thirst with kindness, tender care and love
My ideal woman
WRITTEN BY: ANGEL DZIDULA -KOMLA
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