"Was she only pretty?"
Nah!, though She wasn't limited by excellence, as the world characterize as, but her brilliance dominated all signs. Her words, delicate murmurs, would cause you to feel, Like you were the world, and everything was genuine....
Her kind and beautiful heart, everyone admired, her way of talking, secrets keeping while maintaining the values of others.... Oh dear! why wouldn't she be the one??
Because she was a women who strolled with elegance, a calm flame, A world in her bright eyes, no requirement for assurance, Her giggling moved like a delicate breeze, Filling hearts with warmth, spreading positive energy...
Her hands areas of strength for were, delicate to hold yet weaving untold stories. She transformed the usual habits into art, establishing new standards for "what makes a real women"....
Her words were delicate, her voice like a song, A tune directing the lost. She discussed dreams with such consistency, Making others accept what she described...
Her solidarity was tranquil, yet moving the mountains, An existence of affection, her value she demonstrated. Through storms she strolled with head held high, A demonstration of the "how" and "why".....
She saw the magnificence in broken things, A healer's touch, the expectation she brought...... The world felt more brilliant where she stood, Turning shadows into something great...
"becoming a classy women isn't easy. It is an art form. If it were simple, every woman would have it mastered already. Being a lady involves daily discipline, self awareness and the desire for constant refinement, to become the women we truly wish to be." (karla M. Davis)
"I wish I could be like her!"
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