Analysis of God's Masterpiece

The velvet red rose bows as you pass by
It’s pedals wither as it concedes in envy
Your soft rouge lips in shame it cries.

Your Persian eyes hold amber flame
No man resists the warmth inside
No souls remain the same.

Soft long hair shimmers with golden strands
Invites the summer breeze to dance
A whirlwind rages within itself
To blow through the locks it finds romance.

Skin of porcelain no blemish, no scars
Gods masterpiece Gods Sun
Gods heaven Gods Star.
As angels sigh and lay at your feet  
For you are the one
God lays down his brush
His masterpiece done.