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.
