I have a vision, of a beauty so pristine;
Such as on earth, never has been seen.
Sculpted from snow, her form exquisite;
Mesmeric her gaze, her smile's hypnotic.
Her spirit, wilder than wildest flames,
Toys with hearts, plays tenuous games.
Darkest of shadows, she makes light;
All my life's wrongs, she makes right.
Defying all of nature's laws;
She truly is, without flaws.
But such flawless beauty, on this earth cannot be;
Visible not to mortal eyes, only to my ethereal eyes is she.
In high heavens she is, not on this earth low;
For when He'd created her, even He couldn't let her go!