Like a virtous woman,
Likened to a wall
Which faces just one direction-
The man of her dreams
That, I want to be
Like a loosed woman,
Likened to a door
She opens to anyone who knocks
The man of her sexual desires
That, I don’t want to be
The ‘wall’ prefers her love
Even a mere shepherd
To a king
Even the richest of noble men
That, I want to do
The ‘door’ only opens up
To riches, pleasure and goodies
She doesn’t care ‘how’ but ‘what?’
That, I don’t want to be
Dear lord
Mold me into a wall
That woman that loves
With no conditions and restrictions
Faithful to her man till death
Yes, that’s WHO I want to be. Amen
Ref: Song of Songs 8:9. “If she is a wall, we will build upon her towers of silver: and if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.”
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