The Pickup Line

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You are a masterpiece. A vision made true by the hands of God I in awe adore His work. Beauty finds meaning because it suits you, Captivating captures time and holds it in place, A pedestal is unworthy of you For a throne is where I as King is beside me I see a Queen. what man sees is only the Frame, I see its creator. I wonder what texture of clay were you molded from? What sort of gemstones He used to create your eyes, the intricate details He drew within your smile, the amount of moisture He dashed upon your lips. Which angel's strand of hair did He used to create such dazzle? I began to visualize the placement of His hands as He carefully shaped you. what were His thoughts when He imprinted your structure upon the ribs of Man then nurtured your soul within the womb of Woman. What I seek is insightful miscommunication, the opportunity to present to you a man with the same intentions as those before me, But a back strong enough to lean on, Shoulders capable of carrying your worries and struggles, Arms durable enough to negate any fears that you sense, A wavelength that is willing to adjust accordingly, Time willing to share not exploited, a heart willing to be transparent, and footsteps worthy to be followed. Now take this moment, Slow it down to your patience, Slightly lower your guard. I bare to you my nakedness. See the many scars I possess. See the ruggedness of my face, the redness of my hands, the soreness of my knees, but eyes of content. if you look a little closer, you'll see that I'm holding a sword and shield and the sunlight glistening upon golden armor. Look at my feet and you'll see the footsteps that I follow. As attention returns you back to reality, the masculinity of my voice averts your eyes to a predestined connection, I speak as time resumes, "What's your name?"