She is…


She is a gem.

Something exquisite.

Quite divine.

An ethereal stone

Of countless colors

And priceless value.

The heavens sent her down

So mankind could taste the stars

And the glory of His Crown.

She is a flower.

Perfect beauty.

Full of life.

The sweetest smell

To sacrifice.

Telling only

Tales of love.

Gentle petals

Meek as doves.

She is a stone.

Immune to fire.

Untouched by cold.

A hardened core

Of strength unknown.

Yet humbly sits

In the common roads.

She does not mind

To bear the weight

Of all who pass by.

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