She is an example of elegance,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her body movement, speech and excellence,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She knows how to maintain herself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She knows how to mind her business,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
she rarely involves people when tough decisions are to be made,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She is real and Rare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She knows when to wait, move and stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She knows how to build herself from the inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She has been broken into so many pieces, yet she eventually rises above the storm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She is more of a giver than a receiver since she has been brought up in pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She is the one who is there for her most of the time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If she must involve you in her life, you must give her very important reasons why she should.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She has walked through so many things which would have killed her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her zeal, her passion, her character are always on point.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ooh, I forgot to mention her beauty.,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her beauty is just on another level.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She slays and works.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She prays and pays.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She is a masterpiece.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her steps leaves footprints.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her smile leaves Hope and Joy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her words provide healing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her life is miracle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her life is unique.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She is destined for greatness, so she is focused on the prize.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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