by Dominique. White

Created on: March 06, 2009

I am made from man and the daughter of a king

For my soul He sacrificed everything

To thank him for His love I cherish my body

Because being accepted by him tells me that I AM somebody

I will not let any boy or man

Damage the gift that was made by his hands

Only my husband will ever get the chance

To know the pricelessness of my body when we dance that most intimate dance

Only my husband will get to see

The deepest, most secret parts of me

I can never be perfect, but in this small way I hope to make God proud

By saying that I'm willing to wait, willing to cheirsh this temple, and shouting it out loud

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