Skin compares to the softest of luxury silk dipped in melanin
made with the holiest of hands back when love was pure
trapped in a ageless hypnosis of beauty
not affected by time nor space

Greek statues envy the creation of you
for endless reasons not known to mortal men
each star that brightens the sky
wouldn’t surpass the reasons of envy

Created once and never imitated by any being including the Creator
Eyes as innocent and judge free as if love never scared her
The pain of life lays in awe and ignores it’s duty
How could life attack something as pure as your beauty?

Death even ignores the expiration date set ages ago
but instead protects her beauty for personal gratification
“See what I let live?”
“It is by my doings such a thing exist!”
When told the Creator is the only one owed credit
Death escorts another life to Hades even when not in accordance to the Plan

Luckily I’m blessed by the presence of perfection
As time pushes me forward I realize your absolute greatness
you are so much more than a altered reality
You are my Wife

-Writer X-