Her eyes starts aligning  all constellations
Her hair black as the night
And shines with the nebulas
Her body radiant to the sun itself
She, a universe
With every cosmos of her body is in shape
Galaxies when she smiles forming a loop of faith
But for me
She is a glass
Eyes so clear
See through
Yet fills a blurry void
No one can go to
Her body a vase
With every curve in every way
Yet step foot on the tip of the unsafe
Pushed by Him she falls
And breaks
Every piece in every direction
Crumbles before her execution
And then She, the universe
Is fixed again
At the edge she stands
Infront is Him
Once again.


glass shatters

The end.