God’s Masterpiece

The velvet red rose bows as you pass by

It’s pedals wither as it concedes in envy

Your soft rouge lips in shame it cries.

Your Persian eyes hold amber flame

No man resists the warmth inside

No souls remain the same.

Soft long hair shimmers with golden strands

Invites the summer breeze to dance

A whirlwind rages within itself

To blow through the locks it finds romance.

Skin of porcelain no blemish, no scars

Gods masterpiece Gods Sun

Gods heaven Gods Star.

As angels sigh and lay at your feet

For you are the one

God lays down his brush

His masterpiece done.