I have loved you with my all,
In my heart, I have adorned you,
In my soul, I have lifted you up,
And still, I will love you.
You are the beauty of my life,
The true splendor of my being,
The adulation of my heart,
Why worry about your beauty now?
You are a reflection of true virtue,
You are the true creation of a Queen,
A virtuous woman, indeed,
Why do you fret over your architecture?
I have loved you the way you are,
I have honored you just as you are,
I have held you to me as you are,
Always cherished you for who you are.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 1:55 AM UTC
I have loved you with my all,
In my heart, I have adorned you,
In my soul, I have lifted you up,
And still, I will love you.
You are the beauty of my life,
The true splendor of my being,
The adulation of my heart,
Why worry about your beauty now?
You are a reflection of true virtue,
You are the true creation of a Queen,
A virtuous woman, indeed,
Why do you fret over your architecture?
I have loved you the way you are,
I have honored you just as you are,
I have held you to me as you are,
Always cherished you for who you are.
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