Like the sun

Today, some 16yrs back, a flaming beauty was born to the world as sparkles in the night sky…

She shined bright like the morning light, so bright that eyes cringed on her birth night;
Destinies castle welcomed her majesty and the armies of her heart and soul beckoned on gold territories
It was an unfolding of a princess’ dynasty.

Years past, her growth was rapid yet of perfection
A perfect creation of splendid attraction and dire admiration
Growth’s reaction from little baby to pretty lady
Was this awesome transition
Only time will tell; her full manifestation.

This design shouldn’t be much of a surprise
Cause her fairness couldn’t be of compromise
Even at 9 month’s and years of sunshine!
You should think twice

Roses are inadequate for this description
Even the peacock in all her elegance couldn’t do better
Little wonder my poetry isn’t much of ecstasy
But the art of metaphoric realities

No one could have pre-meditated this wonderful work of art;
It was a complete contact with structural craft
Even the so called inventors and future tellers wouldn’t stand a chance; only the potter understands his clay dance
For He knew you right from beginnings stance…