Written by: Constance Gilmore

From his rib I was created
As his partner through and through
A mate from his soul, that makes me his soulmate
For him, I will always be here
I look upon his face
Which is sculpted with God's hands
Definite masculinity carried throughout infinity
I was made to love this man
Like the stars to the moon
I complement my Adam
Standing ignorant in his nakedness
He compliments his Eve
My love is submissive in his dominance
There is no other way
I am honored to be the Queen
To my handsome earthly King
We are Royalty in this Garden of Paradise
Perfectly molded in perfection
Crowned in an aura of heavenly excellence
Cloaked in God's good grace.