It is difficult to understand that someone like you
Is merely skin and bone
Rather I would assume that the clouds of heaven were angels preference when you were sewn
Perhaps it was stardust that trickled from the galaxy
A garden where you were grown
Amongst a field of flowers
That inhabited the beauty of your own
Something as magnificent as you
Can not be made the same
I taste candy on my lips when what passes is your name
As I swallow it daylight seeps down my throat
Perhaps the sun your creator takes blame
Beautiful and mystifying
You glow just the same
Or are you smooth like ocean tides
And I am merely a beach
Being engulfed in such majesty no one could deny
Still I beseech
All this to say you are too wonderful to be made of skin and bone
And allowing me to indulge in grace you should not condone
But I would sew you from clouds if need be
Pluck you again from the galaxy
Extract you again from any field or tree
Taste your name every time I speak
Or await sunset and steal you from thee
Just to see you on the same Earth as me