The pure heart of a woman
Is just desired in earnest
By a dedicated man
Who is doing all his best.
It cannot be found outside
The divine dwelling or home;
Nor can it be seen inside
The gold, the silver, and chrome.
This kind of lady's asset
Is rich in good character;
It is far from evil's threat,
Beating in love sans anger.
It is not easy to view
The real beauty deep within;
To have it one won't be blue,
No way will he live in sin.
He seeks it to be happy,
Asking God for the great gift;
He'll surely be in glory,
As fervent prayers uplift.
Form: Tanaga
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