Selection of perfection

Waterfalls that flow, down the mountainside they go;
Hurrying through rocks and fallen trees.
They dare not stop to feed the flowers,
rushing to cover her stunning figure as she showers.
Misty mountain air, blowing through her hair.
Finding its way to kiss her soft and rosy cheeks, with air.
A blueish evening sky, with stars that pierce the night.
Each star shining bright, to see her with their light eyes.
Raindrops fall and beg the wind, to help them find their way.
Hoping just to land upon her beautiful, gorgeous face.
Nature in all its splendor, cannot help but wonder, marvel at her beauty.
Gemstones rare and priceless, clamor to be her jewelry.
Grace and style study her every move,
copying her to prove their worth.
Her smile can warm the coldest night,
bringing life to a dying earth.
She knows not why or how,
she affects those around her now,
but with just a passing glance,
she can turn the world upside down.
A selection of perfection, in a woman sent from heaven,
can make the angels sing, with the blessings she has given.
Oh to know her!
Oh to show her, just how amazing she truly is!
But a mortal such as I, could never accomplish this.
She is worthy of much more, than I could ever afford.
She is to be cherished, worshiped and adored;
A Goddess among us, apotheosis before us.
How fortunate we are, to witness perfection in her.