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Oct 24
Blessed is she, whom I call mother and queen, beautiful in all aspects, as beautiful as no one have ever seen.
She is proud, independent, strong in character and heart,
To express all my understanding and love of her I don't know where to start.

Blessed is she, whom I call first love and majesty,
In all her life, that's what she was sent to be.
Fierce in spirit and a mighty warrior in her adversity,
She seeks no mortal riches nor does she interests in vanity.

Blessed is she, whom I call parent and guide,
No pain I sweep below the rug, from her it cannot hide.
She knows me astonishingly better than I know myself,
She understands my struggle and flaws and motivates me to gain a greater wealth.

Blessed is she, whom I can call my Queen and mother,
Prosperous is she that I exalt  than no other.
Olu Damari, to you we shall look,
Blessed is she I call Mother, protect her from the snares and crooks
Z
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Z  24/M/Enslaved abyss
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