A Daughter of Eve
I am someone beautiful, a daughter of Eve.
Created by He from flesh of she, unique is me.
He gave her hair from the golden rays of sun,
Her eyes he filled with the blue beauty of the sea.
Her skin was fair and soft, much like the petals of a rose.
He made her kind and pure, sweet and fair.
Her heart would always be open to all,
For He knew her strength in love would not let a single soul fall.
She would be different, but perfect to He.
She would not fall to the sins of society.
Selfies and duck faces, parties and bad behaviors.
No, her natural beauty would never be covered by a mask.
He knew she was special when he first made her heart.
A child of Grace, a child of love.
She will forever be unique and beautiful.
This is me.
I am beautiful, I am a daughter of Eve.
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