Pride Of A Virgin Woman

The sky was her limit
Her bags was full of praises
Suddenly she began to sing a marvelous song
Saying…I’m always a less adulterer
A selfish adulterer
Who does not give cheerfully
To those looking desperate.

“From my raining comfort
My noble will share
My dreams and visions are beyond compare
I will always wait
For my future companion”

She was always like a horse
Who strive to reach his goal
She leaps for joy for her
Star stunned position
Also keeping a real vigor and vim
For bidden her vision grow dim.