Her beauty, no season
Her beauty, no season.
No glum’s swing her day, from morning to sunset.
Stunning smile, hearted soul and perfection delineates her.
My expressions are belittled… No perfect lyrics can neither describe her darling.
When you feel weak, her sight brings worthy, angel in disguise she is.
No fault is found on her makeup, the classy dresses she wears
Is found not on price tag, but on her body shape.
Many women wonder and compete, with smile she glorifies and correct.
But I also wonder, I wonder if not did God rank angel with human’s, what beauty can be distinct to the definition itself?
If I was to find solutions, I’d conclude her secret is humbleness and personality…
Personality that brightens a sadness day.
If certainty be considered, her and only her beauty with no season.
Morning comes and go, night and day also shift… the only God creation that be not tried is her beauty.
My point be clear… summer is hot a d winter is cold, nonetheless
HER BEAUTY, NO SEASON
Copyright © Mthetheleli Gwaza | Year Posted 2017
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