Creation Of You - Ii Poem by Dave Tanwar

If god was ever satisfied with his creation
It was you, for you define perfection
Smile on your lips crimson red
Envy in heart of flowers it often bread
Angels in heaven when hide in shame
Love for you, when god proclaim
Smile on your lips when appears in its best
Patience of god too then comes to test
Then being a human, you if I not love
What will I answer in heaven above?
With such a passion, you god has designed
Like every skill of his in your charm confined
People say rose appears best when wrapped in dew
I find it nothing when one compare it with you
Like god took the best of all he can
To present you as the best among race of man
You are the creation on which god can proud
In front of whom even angels bowed
Depth of your eyes seems like he took from Nile
Intoxication of every wine, he poured in your smile
Piece of his heart he fixed beneath your breast
Skin made of silk, he then professed
For your blood he gave his tears
Parting from you, for he was too weak to bear
From fragrance of flower he made your scent
Crimson of your lips then to Rose he gave on rent
Like this he then completed your cast
And created you so beautiful never seen in past
Might of god can now be seen in your every part
Cause you are nothing but his finest piece of art.