Her creation was one of a kind. Some would say God was showing off when he created her. But he did it all for the man that would truly love her.
He probably started at her mind, then found a kindred soul perfectly inclined. Forged her beauty where the ocean embraces the sky, the point where peace lies and all frailty dies. Summer sunset horizons to which pretty birds fly is where he found her smile.
Her eyes, two mahogany sapphires with galaxies in their center, so everytime the man that would one day hold her heart would see his world some where in there. He drained her tears from the saltiest seas. Her Nubian queen, desert sand skin he covered in grains from the Saharan desert, then he made it cumulus cloud soft. Gave her the scent of summer shorelines and peaches.
He then gave her a voice that sounds like angels are having a concert in her throat everytime she opens your lips.
He took a deep breath and blew life into her, and beautiful coursed through your veins, sweetness filled her lungs and a revolution was taking place in her mind. And the man that will one day love her will be lucky, because she will never be mine.