A Lady After his own heart

Crafted with specialty,
Sparkling in his glory
News feed from Heaven,
How could I beckon his Princess?
Oh, A Princess full of Charm
The King must be satisfied.

A gem so worthy
Her Beauty he will need to behold
Well created for his purpose
The splendor , The glamour
A shine of his touch
She needs the warmth of a Prince

Her Prayers, are but with urgency
She seethes, She groans
My Lord, make haste……..
She mutters, She whispers
Be not belated, My Lord
There is a Lady after your own Heart