There lives a woman who Seems mystical, even mythical --It is true-- Because she is biblical; Rarer than a precious jewel.
She is virtuous She is loyal She is courteous...
She is royal.
She shines brilliantly, like a star cluster trapped inside a room. She glistens like jubilant sun rays dancing atop the ocean. The wind of her voice sets inspiration in motion, Like a sonic boom.
She is powerful.
She is virtuous, Who is worthy? Just Wonder & coil In a corner & toil As you ponder this. And honor this Acknowledgment,
Because she is royal.
Don't dare compare her to the likes of Nefertiti or Isis. They are not so estimable, You couldn't buy her even with a million zeros before the decimal, Because...
She is priceless.
So the King adorned her, Because the King adores her.
She is beautiful, so they say, But such a meager word could not suffice, Because her true charm emanates like waves In the ardent expression of her practice of life. And from her mind and her soul. Her precious heart--more precious than gold-- Looks like a kaleidoscope of rare gems, Darting dazzling colors; the spectrum in whole.
Diamonds die in comparison, Hand her a diadem...
She is special She is jovial She is gentle
She is royal.
She is not haughty, Nor does she flaunt like worldly wenches do. She tells girls who've been told they're peasants they can be a princess too. She is not naughty, Nor does she taunt like wanton vixens do...
Because she is godly.
Yes, indeed there lives a woman who Seems mystical, even mythical --But it is true--
She is virtuous,
She is royal...
She is you.
Written for a woman I adore. Not my wife or girlfriend or anything like that. Just someone I knew.