Her

She is the ocean and I am a grain of sand on the beach, failing to compare to her glory.

She is a field of flowers and I am but a blade of grass, marveling at her presence.

She is the world. And I am just a flaw on her surface.

She is the universe. And I am a dimly lit star, that will never bring her enough light.

She is perfect. And I am the epitome of imperfection.

She is God. And I am not worthy.