She's Blessed With So Much Mental Constituents.
She's Hella Hella Sexy.
She's Seraphic.
She's Preternatural.
She's Sapient.
She's A Celestial Specie.
She's Docile And Not Ductile.
She's Confidence And Not Cocky.
She's Ducky.
She's Phlegmatic-Sanguine.
She's Gregarious.
She's A Dogged Worker.
She Has A Mesmeric Touch That's Capable Of Sending The Most Vicious Lion To Sleep.
She's Industrious. She's Miss Independent.
She's Benign And Not Malign.
She's Like LeBron James On Saturdays.
She's Like Leonel Messi In Front Of Goal.
She's The Apple Of God's Eyes.
She Has An Appealing Smile That Can Put The World In Cloud Nine.
She Deserves A Spot In The Times Magazine.
She Belong To The Extraterrestrial Domain.
Her Gaze Depict The Unmatched Serenity Of The Moon.
She's A Wife Material And Mother Figure.
She Has Otherworldly Qualities That Can Win Her The U.S Presidency.
Believe Me She's A Star. It's Like The Sun Rises In Her Eyes. The Moon Sleeps In Her Heart.
She's The Quintessence Of A Superwoman.
She's A Thermodynamic Voice In Her Field.
Above All She's God-Fearing.
She Reminds Me Of Esther.
She Reminds Me Of Ruth.
She's The Apotheosis Of Proverbs 31...
For Her I Would Dive Out Of A Flying Plane Without A Parachute, I Would Sleep In Front Of A Moving Train, I Would Dribble Eleven Players With Aplomb, I Would Stand On One Toe, I Would Cry A River, I Would Walk On Waters, I Would Slap A Lieutenant, And I Would Catch A Grenade With My Mouth Just To Wish Her A Happy Birthday.
Join Me Friends As I Say Happy Birthday To This English Rose.💞💞💞💞💞💞💖💖💖💖
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