Her hairstyle of tight curls in a round shape,Makes her appear tall.
Her brown iris is as beautiful as the sand of the sea.
The way she walks shows grace and hard work.
Her waist is built such that men want to have a hold
Her carriage is a wonder to behold.
Her high shoulders strike a chord
Her speech is seasoned with salt.
Her punctuation always have a but
As one defends in a court
When she walks, sways a well loaded butt
She is a lover of nice perfumes and body sprays
Her tongue makes you spend all on her.
She can tell a jist even if its all lies
She loves to visit families but hates the visit's byes
The way she moves her eyes,
Though she is never shy
Shows she's a sly
With ambitions as high as the sky
Her curves are really magnificent
And gracious are the sway of her hips,
As they would make one open his lips
Even when they are not in cinema with chips
Her glory depicts beauty and grandeur
Her lips are soft and succulent as plums of sugar
They are naturally lined as red as rose
White the colour of her makeup so mild with gloss
The smile from her face
Make her neat white teeth to be conspicuous
Elegance in her steps
As she walks down the aisle.
She grows awaiting her Princess
Even though she is a Princess of BeautyPreparing to tell tales of Snow White
To kids unborn that will show her beauty
She loves to knit
Passioned with recipes of love
She loves to adorn herself with time
Her beauty helps her win with her charm
She is always so calm
And her words soothe like balm
She makes the best of meals
The arroma from her kitchen make the birds chirp
Knights be ready for battle
Not battle of guns and knives
But battle for who wins her heart
Because her beauty is the talk of all titles
Her beauty is one to behold.
The wonder of it is immeasurable.
Is it the glow of her skin,
Glittering like the morning sun
She is the breviary of beauty.
She is the African Woman.
Respect for her family is her attire
But love for her kids is her chime
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