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Elizabeth


Elizabeth 

 

If there be any man alive 

Wondering how Angels looked like, 

I say;

Please come see my Elizabeth, 

Having the fullness of God’s image, 

Her face brightens and lightens my countenance, 

Her skin pale chocolate dipped in pure milk 

Natural creation, designed to describe the beauty of the stars 

She is the  piece of cake everybody wants to taste,

The part of gold everybody wants to harvest, 

The mystery treasure Scooby doo scavenged for in haste, 

She is an adept of beauty, 

Her smile quickens and awakens souls 

She is every thing for a man walking in the precepts of God. 

The day she hugs you, trust me you will be delivered, 

You will repent the sin of despising Gods creation.. 

Eliza is an Angel the Lord has sent in human flesh and she is winning souls for Christ 

She is pulling and adding numbers to the thrown of Grace.. 

my beauty spot lies on her cheeks.. 

I want, I want, 

But still a time for everything... 

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