There is a girl,
her skin so fair,
her heart so pristine,
her gaze so elegant,
her touch so tender,
her lips so luscious,
her aura just scintillating.

Her eyes are stars around which a galaxy transmogrifies into existence.
I am nothing but a speck of dirt floating in front of the vast expanse of her benevolence.

Her hands are ethereal, which deems the wings of a celestial powerless before their sublime grace.

She is the princess of an empyrean world, the ruler of my heart and the keeper of my soul.

There is a girl,
and she is my bear.