The crown of creation.
The Master's finishing touch.
She is the crescendo.
The ascent and downfall of humanity.
She is God's final masterpiece,
And in one single moment brought all of creation to it's knees.
But she is the sun of The Son.
Reflecting off light into the darkest part of the night,
And into my life.
Her eyes hold more mystery than a thousand stars put together.
Weaved into the fibers of her soul is a puzzle waiting to be solved.
And every word from her mouth forms another constellation,
And ignites a fire in the crevices of my soul.
She is Jesus in the flesh.
More precious than diamonds,
More powerful than an atomic bomb.
Just like the ocean,
She is untamable.
I was at a party the other night, and my friend told me and my other friend to write about how we see women.