fresh blue eyes
shimmer…
like wet marbles
(streaked with gold)
in the early morning light.
full pink lips
explore…
soft like rose petals
(brought gently to the nose)
at her mother’s breast.
short purple fingers
hold…
like God’s embrace
(stretched from Heaven’s throne)
onto my quivering finger.
Only hours old…
she…
satisfies my life
she…
captures my soul.
Compiling God's Code 