All men set eyes on her, like morans they set to the wilderness to kill lions. The seek bulky reputation. Each by himself comes with his portion of victory to parade it to her. But she doesn't want the physique strength. She turns them all down. Her neighborhood call her the queen of Sheba. A man of wisdom is her delight, a man of knowledge is her starting point.
She is not cunning, she is it not rowdy but gentle is spirit. Her eyes are said to have divine power, when she roles her eyes she sends signals from the far coast to the savannahs. Every time she opens her mouth, understanding is manifested with the words she speaks. When she testifies of the goodness of the LORD you fall in love with Christ thrice. She is resilient, her bravado is incomparable. Every girl wants to follow her examples, she understands the love of money is the root of all evil, she lives an exemplary life.
Her body is her ammunition, it's her power. She doesn't show it to everyone. She protects it with her rightous claws. Shallow men don't come close to her cos she detests foolish approaches. She's assertive and that gets men intimidated. She says she wants not a wealthy man but a prosperous man. At the market places they talk about her conduct, they say, praise be to Jehovah that transforms and gives understanding to all, even to the beauty of beauties.
She is all encompassing, she has a softer skies heart, she's prolific, expressing all manner of proficiency, her grandeur is palpable, her charm is not deceptive and her beauty dissapears not in old age, but her wrinkles symbolize cisterns.
When she loves a man, she deserves all plaudits cos her heart, she wraps it gently for the suiter to unwrap. She hides in the palace and runs around like a little playful deer. Her horns are enormous, at a far they are panoramic. Some say her horns are her antenna cos she traps the waves, discerns and turns out to be astute in all her doings.
She has reverence for Christ, she has the fear of the LORD. She is clothes with dignity, her eyes are a pothole to her soul. On a summer dress she looks like the dancing angels. Her smile wins her the Oscar awards. When she walks, she does so majestically, on the roads, she is serendipitous to the passerbys. They gaze in fright, they ask each other "did you see that"? Each walking step sends her hair to and fro. When she stares at you, she sweeps you off your feet. In agony the man cries to her, "be my love". She looks at him, and helps him up to his feet. She is a magnet, she turns off every man's oblivion, her scent gives confetti and her body is what the scriptures say that we are masterpieces.
