Ambulance stare at your face as I am blinded by you.

God himself could paint an image into the sky and I would rather look at it through the reflection in your eyes. 

For years I’ve spoke about you,

Every night I would tell the stars of a woman so beautiful her shine was putting them to shame,

Every day the clouds would get an earful about the girl with the electric smile, 

And every morning the sun would hear about the person whose eyes made her most majestic sunrises seem boring. 

For it seems you have been crafted by the universe, not just a god or goddess. 

And it used my blueprint of perfection.