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Milday

You are the epitome of mysteries
Thus, I acknowledge your quest for victories
You have at heart the joy and peace of humanity
None has ever been able to qualify your worth quantitatively

Your womb is the harbour for brave and triumphant warriors
You are a vessel that determines the fate of kings and nations
All successful storytellers owe allegiance to the grace of your bosom
You nurture inspirations to blossom
You have not given up yet, only  signals of continuity beacons
Given the prospects, your mental strength keeps you moving on steadily

You have been endowed, no two ways about that
Talk of perseverance, boldness, strength, tenacity, intellect, and beauty
You are an associate scholar
With such a tone of mystery, I can only imagine who you really are

You go into the deep darkest places to mine for love dust
You deposit and enrich the earth with your priceless minerals
Being safety cautious, you raise and reshape generations to unconditionally serve and love the environment
To you, environment encompasses every tom, dick and harry
You teach and nurse your home to love and express hospitality

The galaxy has attempted to decipher your beauty
Yet the encrypted codes cannot be cracked
Humanity has tilled the earth,
Dissolved crude
Calculated the marginal propensity of your survival in our existence
Yet they are dissatisfied with the outcomes

The most skilled architects can't seem to replicate your curves and unique lines of symmetry demarcating the contours and plateaus of your being
Premium scholars seek counsel to comprehend the rules and principles of your governing body
You are delicate and  built to suit all seasons

I hear the world ascribe you to the likeness of the Proverbs 31 lady
To me, that's just introductory remarks to who you are
There's more to you than meets the eye
What makes meaning needs no further explanation
Yet, your speeches are somewhat garnished with slices of ambiguity

Your actions sparkle with precision
Emanating from the selfless art of commitment
Your Emotional and logical reasoning never give you up as bait for mockery
Thus, simplicity is a designate of your signature and glamorous appearance

Literary works seem to run out on alphanumeric descriptions
Authors, playwrights, poets, and songwriters eulogize your presence in our existence
You never go to and fro unnoticed
You are a figure in expressions of many generations and posterity

Milady, there's more than enough to talk about...
Thus, I love you

 

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Location: Tarkwa, Ghana

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