She's the resplendant sun .
with hair like golden rays,
wardrobes of coiling vineyards.
and exotic animal hides.
She's the tropical rainbows .
and the treasures that blossom,
the marvels of pyramids .
and the secrets lying there in .
she's a bundle of joy .
all wrapped up in the rings of Saturn. with a dash of pixy dust.
and coated in kryptonite crystals.
She's a song of the crickets,
the splendid dance of dragon flies,
the mouth of volcanic mountains,
the eye of a hurricane,
the words I just can't say,
feeling far too deep .
to be extracted perfectly.
Although she's everything perfect,
rolled into one celestial entity,
she's the object of my affinity.
In the proper astrological alignment.
the last tarachian and Sion. amalgamated like christ's advent.
and fathomed a paragon on the horizon,
adjoining a Vulcan and vista.
like fuel to the fire.
A vestal and uxor.
a funeral pyre.
The Furies were curious.
approaching such hoax.
murdering Perseus .
as the oceans exploded .
with the fury of Hercules,
who broke the stone from the sword, granting no mercy to souls.
of those who opposed The Lord.
Examining the purity,
she is obviously inclined to be.
Yet only after certainty,
announcing her the Resplendiety.
For She is the resplendent son,
with hair like golden rays,
with wardrobes of coiling vineyards.
and exotic animal hides,
the tropical rainbows .
and the treasures they blossom, marvels of the pyramids.
and secrets lying there in .
she's a bundle of joy,
all wrapped up in the rings of Saturn. with a dash of pixy dust .
and coated in kryptonite crystals.
She's the song of the crickets, the splendid dance of dragonflies, the mouth of a volcanic mountain.
