The fruit of her spirit, is of the sweetest nectar, from the first harvest on that hallowed ground
She is the rib from the first of men, the Eve, from which all life thereafter is found
Crafted in perfection, she is the hourglass, flowing sand from the beginning of time
Sand from Giza burned with her purpose, and forged beautiful pearls numbering nine
She is the purest measure of beauty and grace, from her...flows wisdom, class and style
Adorned with the most precious of all jewels, from her twenty pearls shine the light of Lyle
Of splendor and scholar, of pink and of green, she is lovely in form and in mind
Full of knowledge and wisdom, proud countenance, and a heart to serve all mankind
She is loved and adored, the apple of a man’s eye, they see her and know her great worth
But some others sadly, view her with envy and spite, for they wanted to be her since birth
For only those few ladies guided by the light, can wear pretty pearls like these
She must be able to swim like the salmon, so deep, and climb the highest wall of ivy leaves
She must have a heart to serve her people, and from the highest standards she must not stray
Then and only then, can she utter the call....skee-weee....I LOVE MY AKA.
© 2011 Damien Malone
Love! Love! Love It!!! Thanks Dame!
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