My Precious Poem by Chima Misheal

Like Catholics commune with the holy mother through images
So I was drawn to you through your smiling image
Black the say is beautiful, you are a living proof
So you know, these eyes always sees truth

From the eyes of another I saw a beautiful soul
Impressed was I by a vision yet unknown
How it felt was like one who found gold
So we prayed for this vision never to go

It's rare, so when seen its Precious
Smile's bright, it's known to be infectious
She makes living beautifully wonderful
Oh, if you must know, my life is Precious

™KVA who_is_divided