ShadowsCool
04-01-2012, 07:28 PM
Inasmuch as it is nothing new to be writing about beauty,
There is one of beauty I am assured
Is the very essence of beauty itself.
One having been made not of earth
But of another realm;
Which in the course of creation
Became timeless,
And whose goings go back
To the very foundation of life.
It is not a stretch of the imagination
To say this one of beauty was made
Before the measurements of the filaments itself.
Whether they be stars, or galaxies or of the life forms
Of heavenly angels;
I am assured that no man had ever seen such beauty,
Nor grasped with one's eye, the light this beauty possesses.
Of a godly one she was in full possession,
With a radiance that no star could hope to match;
And a voice that only a heavenly choir
Could sing to that of the divine himself;
Whom I am assured held back this one of nature
For the very eyes of me.
As though there was a day of creation
Where he would say,
"I will make a perfect match and give her on to thee".
Knowing full well, I would accept her as one made perfectly!
And thus she was and is.
For she is not of one conceived that can be worn by time.
Her beauty is self fulfilling to that of a mirror
When looked upon as coming from me;
The first fruits of the ideal fountain of youth,
Being made in glory with the hand of the heavenly creator.
And thus she walks on silver clouds,
That of a heavenly domain,
To ever remain locked in time;
Yet revealing the express image of God
Who granted her creation that of himself.
The very essence of a goddess,
From the very chapel of heaven itself.
I am assured that she's a visitor there,
Though she won't speak but with a little wink.
As if she knows not to speak a word of the heavenly divine,
As if its nothing to grasp at being with her all the time.
There is one of beauty I am assured
Is the very essence of beauty itself.
One having been made not of earth
But of another realm;
Which in the course of creation
Became timeless,
And whose goings go back
To the very foundation of life.
It is not a stretch of the imagination
To say this one of beauty was made
Before the measurements of the filaments itself.
Whether they be stars, or galaxies or of the life forms
Of heavenly angels;
I am assured that no man had ever seen such beauty,
Nor grasped with one's eye, the light this beauty possesses.
Of a godly one she was in full possession,
With a radiance that no star could hope to match;
And a voice that only a heavenly choir
Could sing to that of the divine himself;
Whom I am assured held back this one of nature
For the very eyes of me.
As though there was a day of creation
Where he would say,
"I will make a perfect match and give her on to thee".
Knowing full well, I would accept her as one made perfectly!
And thus she was and is.
For she is not of one conceived that can be worn by time.
Her beauty is self fulfilling to that of a mirror
When looked upon as coming from me;
The first fruits of the ideal fountain of youth,
Being made in glory with the hand of the heavenly creator.
And thus she walks on silver clouds,
That of a heavenly domain,
To ever remain locked in time;
Yet revealing the express image of God
Who granted her creation that of himself.
The very essence of a goddess,
From the very chapel of heaven itself.
I am assured that she's a visitor there,
Though she won't speak but with a little wink.
As if she knows not to speak a word of the heavenly divine,
As if its nothing to grasp at being with her all the time.