this Rose of mine

A goddess amongst gods,

She walks with the prowess of a mystical being,

my mind fails to comprehend her existing.

respect and command be she worthy;

queen of this universe of mine.

A mortal taste immortality amongst mere men,

reminiscent in her eyes is the face of God.

Humbly brought low as lip to cup, drink of her beauty

Words unspoken. Silence cries out.

Paradise lost in a lost paradise restored,

in this garden of Eden.

This Rose of Mine; unobtainable like night in the palm of my hand.

Her beauty will not be found in her appearance.

It is not her curtain of curls; wild tangle of hair, which set me free

Nor is it her delicate eyes, that let me breathe.

It is not her sun-kissed skin; her smile, moon light bright

Nor is it the way she caresses the earth with her elegant sway.

It is not her eloquent speech that fills the air

Nor is it her soft facial features; the intoxication of the perfume of her love

It is her crown of life that breaks forth like the dawn

It is her gentle soul eclipsed by her emboldened spirit

It is the manner in which she reminds me of my mortality

It is that beating heart in her chest that causes mine to do so violently

It is the strength she is clothed in; the dignity she so adorns

It is her garments of praise and worship

It is how she will never be mine; created for His glory