Stanley Oguh (06-06-1992 / Lagos, nigeria)
Creation with perfection
Behold she is the hand made of the LORD,
created with all the beauties of heaven BEYOUND.
A true gift and blessing to the WORLD,
and a unique treasure to BEHOLD.
She is created right from the dept of GOD'S HEART,
that is why she is nothing but a sweet HEART.
She makes a heart that never BREAKS,
and the least to cause an heart BREAK.
She is an extraordinary gift to HAVE,
and a lovely friend to CRAVE.
How can i forget her amazing SMILE,
that can heal even the deepest scars from a thousand MILE.
Her immense beauty can never be compared to NONE,
all what you can feel when around her is happiness & FUN.
She is a treasure to the world of MEN,
And having her is like saying ' AMEN '.
She is everything anyone can ever have WANTED,
A person anyone can ever VAUNTED.
She is worth every bit of life's HAPINESS,
because she's strong, focus, gorgeous and FEARLESS.
Having her in your MIND,
is like having gold in the palm of your HAND.
Am not trying to be SARCASTIC,
am only been REALISTIC.
She's a million times a LADY,
that's why been around her makes you COZY.
She's the symbol of divine LOVE,
and an instrument of GOD ABOVE.
She's so indispensable and UNFORGETTABLE,
and her friendship is IRRPLACEABLE.
She gives you a sense of HUMOUR,
even in a scene of a TUMOUR.
Without God creating HER,
this world will be an empty place without HER.
I just want her to know that she is a TREASURE,
Beyound every available MEASURE.
The reason she's so bright like a STAR,
is because her beautiful name is ' ESTHER '.
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