God cannot create anything more beautiful,
The eyes, the lips, the smile and the hips.
Never can thee go pass without a gaze.
That glorified path, not easy, rather a maze.
I took a mild oath to myself not lie,
The thoughts of togetherness, made me fly high.
That day I could still remember, the fall winter,
The gentle breeze pushing the cuddling mist,
From the silent hills of the Western chain.
I took the road that led to the sight,
It was dawn; the lights were not so bright, where
I advanced to the dainty, exquisite vision of all.
The rising sun crowned the Queen of hills
When the fogs moved its canopy. The long waited
Precious gift egressed out from the milky way.
The fairy, the angel whatsoever thee name,
The message was brought, by my faith.
No love no life, that’s Almighty’s game.
Never saw I, a fille like that so pleasant,
The meadows, valley, rocks and beyond
Can agnize not the motion, but the sights.
That was when the whole earth stood still,
Leaving my bouncing heart probe the reality will,
Oh My God, I don’t want to wake up.
- Julien
