God carved you with 1,000 blades
and the precision of a mastermind.
God forged you in 1,000 fires
and hammered a masterpiece, divine.
He held you up on high display
the product of 1,000 years.
Bewildered there you shied away
the rain cleansed all 1,000 fears.
An heirloom henna red gave you
the strength of all 1,000 fires.
Soft hands so steady kept by you
bequeathed themselves 1,000 blades.
God carved you with 1,000 blades
and the precision of a mastermind.
God forged you in 1,000 fires
and hammered a masterpiece, divine.
He cast you with angelic light
of 1,000 shades of henna reds
down to my own terrestrial heart
with 1,000 words to leave me dead.
Falsetto voices heard on high
the choir of 1,000 fires
with sharpened pitch and heated words
the hymn of all 1,000 blades.
God carved you with 1,000 blades
and the precision of a mastermind.
God forged you in 1,000 fires
and hammered a masterpiece, divine.
He let the world reach for you
and came 1,000 greedy hands.
But I had two hands each for you
and gave 1,000 efforts planned.
I marveled at thine hazel eyes
that burned with all 1,000 fires.
Though not for Earth they’re too divine
glowing sharply with 1,000 blades.
God carved you with 1,000 blades
and the precision of a mastermind.
God forged you in 1,000 fires
and hammered a masterpiece, divine.
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