LRUFE

By the heavens above thou art, a masterpiece of creation, a wonder so exquisite that even the angels pause their hymns to gaze upon thee thy beauty does not merely please. The eye ensnares, the soul, drawing forth sighs from even the most stoic of hearts. Thy presence alone doth light at the darkest corners of this world, as though the stars themselves have chosen to dwell with thee. Such splendors should be impossible yet here thou standest define all reason in humbling all creation, I dare say if even the gods will be rendered, speechless for thy loveliness, surpasseth all mortal comprehension, truly thou. Art, a marvel so divine that the mere thought of thee, leaves me breathless, as if the very air conspired to remind me of thy power.