Conspire

When I think of her
I find it difficult to believe
that the entire universe
had not conspired to bring her to life.

Between the most beautiful city of Paris
and the brightest galaxy, Andromeda,
is she.

Flowers bloom with her in sight,
tides crash for her,
and I live for her.

There is not a more magnificent reason
for it all to exist
than for the perfectly crafted being;
her.