𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘

An Epitome of beauty
The last born of God's creation
Wired with endless Abilities
Her smile heals more than medication.

Too precious to be made out of dust.
HE made her out of bones
Created in the image of the LORD
She's not a clone.

Transformedand renewed by God
She may look weak but in her resides strength
Her words like a blazing sword
Her depth of Affection has no length.

A virtuous lady
Full of light
She's always ready
Never give up without a fight.