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She is definitely beautiful
Her voice so sweet like melodies of early birds
Her smiles, well her smile commands a thousand heart beats
She is glamorous
Her skin light in complexion just the right colour tone.
A woman of my dreams should be nothing but beautiful.
But what is beauty without character
What is character without values
Imagine a football match without rules
Imagine a soul without principles
So a woman of my dreams has herself in check, so as to play nice and fair in this game of breathing in and out.
She is not perfect
I can’t demand a perfect soul for I myself am far from it.
So a woman of dreams embraces her short falls and tries on being better
Looking in the mirror, she smiles to her reflection knowing that genetics gave her the right measure of what the mirror is showing her.
She knows that too little of that and too much of this makes her beautiful in ways that words fail to describe
Yes, a woman of my dreams is a work in progress
Ready to learn from the errors of the past
And holds my hands to help me see the errors in my conduct
For we never stop learning coz life never stops on teaching
The longest line of words has no spine to carry the description of the woman I dream of
But in summary she is just beautiful inside out
She is an amazing soul
Her voice so sweet like melodies of early birds
Her smiles, well her smile commands a thousand heart beats
She is glamorous
Her skin light in complexion just the right colour tone.
A woman of my dreams should be nothing but beautiful.
But what is beauty without character
What is character without values
Imagine a football match without rules
Imagine a soul without principles
So a woman of my dreams has herself in check, so as to play nice and fair in this game of breathing in and out.
She is not perfect
I can’t demand a perfect soul for I myself am far from it.
So a woman of dreams embraces her short falls and tries on being better
Looking in the mirror, she smiles to her reflection knowing that genetics gave her the right measure of what the mirror is showing her.
She knows that too little of that and too much of this makes her beautiful in ways that words fail to describe
Yes, a woman of my dreams is a work in progress
Ready to learn from the errors of the past
And holds my hands to help me see the errors in my conduct
For we never stop learning coz life never stops on teaching
The longest line of words has no spine to carry the description of the woman I dream of
But in summary she is just beautiful inside out
She is an amazing soul