He worked hour after hour, day after day
trying to perfect His latest work of art.
He would sketch it out only to find a flaw
and toss it away. when finally it was right
He made a mold, and another, and another.
7 molds down before it was perfect.
then He filled it with the stuff of life
and lay it on the Earth, time stood still
as He revealed His latest creation.
He looked into its eyes as she awoke then said
I will call you "light of God"
you will be named Tiffany,
you are My most beautiful of creations.
more so than the sunset, or a just budding rose,
even a doe with her fawn pale to you
you are a treasure, a one in a billion,
you are a princess to be loved, cherished,
and sought after. you are my greatest creation.
at this the Craftsman took the mold
and returned home where He destroyed it
and all related material saying
"she is a one of a kind, there was never
any before nor will there be any after
that capture beauty the way she does."
