Waits a master written in thought worth seeing.
Her every inch standing more solid than my whole,
Knowing if she waits, they shall never be blessed to know.
She is all amber, before even a note does escape,
And bends each near mind out of its born shape.
A radiant voice, locked deep down for a moment far away,
Shouts out beams of brilliance, no longer muted or left astray.
Some would say I admire too much.
But there is no one as splendid as such.
A step conquered by the foot of she,
Is more than a mile done by me.
For some cemented in praise and honor,
They could not measure the spirit within her.
Nor could they, if given the chance,
Master what is done by her hand.
And one such as she outshines not by beauty bought,
But by the magnificent world she's created in thoght.
