They say she was molded from Angel wings, that her face was brushed with star dust. That she was bathed in a meteor shower, And alloyed in an asteroid crust. There was an eclipse each time she blinked and when she cleared her throat an earthquake. They say her heart was so big it could empty the Atlantic ocean, that her smile was silver marinated with pure gold. She caused solar flares when she flirted, global warming when she farted... Her presence, osmium-strong, held so much weight, that all marveled at her, as sapphires were her eyes and her mystic gaze held the aurora in their depths. Her feet were cosmic, galaxies born with each step, Her mind a black hole of infinite wisdom, some thought her alien, others titan, for she clutched the universe in her palms... and her handshake was a bridge to uncharted realms. Her hair flowed in dollops of molten amber and liquid silk, and her hug they say was a gentle breeze across the desert sands.