My heart flipped in my chest
Feeling as an overly joyed child in Christmas Eve
The moment I laid an eye
On The Ultimate Bride glorified
Dancing in her blissful gown
On the blue heavenly stage
The young lady in her grand entrance, shy
Patches of red soiled her full cheeks
Igniting the passion in the beholder’s heart
Poets never let her be
Always teasing, flirting, and drawing
What can’t be drew of her lovely scene
Feeling the warmth of her heart triggers
The lost soul to lean
Maybe you still didn’t acknowledge her
But soon you will be
When this poem descends to an end
Seeing her dusting herself of her golden coat
When peeking through the blue blanket
She was hiding within
People stand waiting for her to appear
To get her heavenly bless from thee
Lovers kneel at her sight
Majestifying The Might’s creation
When taking The Blue as a throne
And her crown is The Sky
Blessing us with her view
Saving us from the cold world
Casting her warm heart upon the skies
To embrace the living and the abstract
That’s all what you will need, no debt
You’ll know exactly whom I was taking about
So now it’s your turn to guess
And am waiting for you to address
