Empyreal.

Descending through a universe,

into a galaxy,

and against the ring of rocks.

Through fire and light,

you are the light and the fire,

one of celestial over comings.

You are something the world cannot picture.

One equivalent to a god,

a deity.

Something I cannot begin to explain,

majestic in all forms,

and many more.

A form of love,

a form of wisdom,

a form of power.

Something I cannot begin to imagine,

nor can the rest of humanity.

Your eyes the flowers,

your hair the grass.

The perfect smile you so dearly posses the shine on metal when the sun gleams on it.

A perfect reincarnation of what society deems,

the perfect idea,

and the perfect form

of elysian.