Origins of beauty

God used up all his reserves of beauty,

Just to conceive your face.

Then forged the earth from the leftovers,

To give his greatest achievement a place.

The gift of sight was granted

To the rest of us,

So we could merely bask

And in your beauty share,

Content we can breathe

The same air

The words and superlatives,

Fell down from heaven.

For the poets to inspire,

To write the songs

sung by the choir.

To win a fleeting glance,

From the eyes,

They all desire to romance.

Love inevitably evolved

Whipping us along

Getting us all involved.

For a chance to be one

To kiss your face

And have no one else

Take that place.