I Must Get Her!

All my life I've always wanted to date her. The more I think of her the more I loss my self will.
Her beauty radiates like the radiance of the sun. She is more precious than rubies. With money many try to buy her and with their fancy Benz they try to please her.
She isn't flattered by words of men.
As though she is priceless yet more expensive than diamond, silver and gold. I wonder how happy I shall be when she finally consider me. When she will embrace me in her bosom and fills me with her pleasantness. Although she is very calm and easy going yet she is difficult to get.
In her custody is riches and long life. Nowadays, many men rush for her but ends up not getting her. The more I try, the harder it becomes. Right there within, she knows I desire her and long for her all day. I dream of her all night, speak of her with my cliques. Happy are those that have befriended her. She made them become gentlemen. Men of honour and reputation, when they open their mouths, they voice out her words; many pause to listen. They are words of life, words that guide and preserve, words that is able to uplift one from low estate and set one among the great. Happy is the man that finds her and the man that gets her.
I must get Her!
Who?
Wisdom.