First, beauty, poured out into an abundance,
like an ocean. Misted with the silver smiths
sparkles shimming off the ripple of every
sweet word. Over powering as the breath of a
mighty wind, blowing the blades of grass
among a vast field of hill sides, all lying
wait for the rain to ponder its presence
among the breasts of this dove. Only them
who is One has such beauty to bestow upon
such...I stand in awe. Graces of gold adorn
the head of honey upon her countenance,
aligned with the placement of two rose
petals dipped in pure fragrances, shimming as
rubies. Placed just below the windows of
heaven, tinted in blue sapphires, forever
looking to their Creator. All set upon a
vessel made of cedar, lilies and precious
jewels, complimented by the scent of Eden in the Spring time.
He has purified her to the same freshness.