A sprinkle of beauty,
to deny being pretty?,
Sunned by His grace,
shown in her ways,
A drop of stubbornness,
something I'd care less,
Shy or humble,
Resist what she's able,
To make me rage seeing her diamond tears,
To turn me blue as I see her suffer,
To cure my heartache and my fears,
To stun me as I gaze upon her,
Though I've crestfallened hard enough,
Will she realise what she's made of?
Unsure of what my Lord had created,
A curse...or a blessing which will never sate.

He is an artist,
Precise on His canvas,
Plotted a million twist,
On His masterpiece,The Universe,
Within it He breathe souls with different scars,
An art so divine,
Skies with 7 billion stars,
Sadly,none aligned.

Not yet.We don't just glimmer in position.We dance as we shoot ourselves across His endless canvas,seeking alignment with another that will fit in the hollow He left in us.He didn't leave a clue so it's okay to be crestfallened and confused,when we thought we'd found the one...only to notice that they're just passing by.Life goes on.