Like the sun, no one knew what made her shine
Because no one could unravel the mystery that was her face.
When she laughed, you could tell it was genuine
For it came from the depths of her womb
Curved from the perfection that was God’s own hands
Her eyes always glittered when she smiled
And one could not help but smile as well
For it was infectious and airborne.
Her aura and presence was pure
When she walked by, you could feel a cold wind of peace.
When she spoke, you just had to pay attention.
Hers was not the voice to just listen to.
Hers was the calm water from a forest river
That runs over your body and you are set free
Scentless yet filled with life.
Her words would leave you pondering for hours on end
Because she was wise as well
Complete like the garden of Eden.
Her body was a complete piece of art
Only the finest potter could make something as comparable.
But she did not mind the praise
And just like the sun, she shone anyway.