Your face is like the rose in bloom,
A radiant charm in every room.
Its glow reflects a quiet light,
A beauty soft, serene, and bright.
Cover it with the veil so fine,
A treasure rare, a gift divine.
Let modesty guard this precious art,
A jewel meant for the pure of heart.
Each glance it draws, a silent prayer,
A sign of blessings rich and fair.
Protect its grace from fleeting gaze,
And let it shine in rightful ways.
Your face is like the rose, so pure,
A creation crafted to endure.
Wrap it gently, in modesty's care,
And let its fragrance fill the air.
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 4:58 AM UTC
Your face is like the rose in bloom,
A radiant charm in every room.
Its glow reflects a quiet light,
A beauty soft, serene, and bright.
Cover it with the veil so fine,
A treasure rare, a gift divine.
Let modesty guard this precious art,
A jewel meant for the pure of heart.
Each glance it draws, a silent prayer,
A sign of blessings rich and fair.
Protect its grace from fleeting gaze,
And let it shine in rightful ways.
Your face is like the rose, so pure,
A creation crafted to endure.
Wrap it gently, in modesty's care,
And let its fragrance fill the air.
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