Like the Moon and the stars,
She is worth more than Gold.
Like the waters of dew drops,
She is beauteous every morning.
Like king Solomon would say;
"She is worth more than corals,"
That is because she is a capable woman,
She makes the heart of her household,
Rejoice.
She gets up in the morning while,
Nonetheless,
everyone is still asleep.
She puts food in the table,
She makes her household;
A palace,
Filled with love,
Happiness,
And warmth.
She is to be reckoned with,
Not for her outwards beauty,
And charms,
But for inner beauty,
Homely humility,
Gracious Patience,
And true submissiveness.
Her smile keeps her husband,
glued to her,
Her meals keeps him,
Apart from foreign women,
And with her smile stained in his memory,
He never goes astray.
Like the shulamite,
Her breasts;
Intoxiticates her husband,
Firm as always,
he never sucks that of another,
She keeps him.
She never goes out to men,
Her house is made a home,
She keeps everything in its place,
Lovely as ever,
Sweet like never,
Caring like no other.
A capable woman,
Who can find?
God bless us all with one...
This is an original poem.
Yours truly loved
