Stolen Jewels

I would sound cliche, if I said this any other way... So err, then her face must be made of the DNA in star dust. Resembling the clash of galaxies. Skin smooth and uninterrupted like the blackness of space. But not as cold and oblivious... I hope. Shall I say, killer eyes, that leave concentrations dangling from a rope? Or maybe, cosmic pearls, for titans to ponder? There be no titanic too monumental into her eyes to sink. For they be like oceans of stars... Am I looking for needles in a diamond stash? Either way, they cut deep and leave nerve endings to dangle ridiculous in mesmerized expressions. Is there no dictionary to support the symmetry with in them? They are indeed a paragon, paralleling the sight of a nymph. Praise be indeed, to the dawn of your gaze