My Blessed Best-Dressed

I think her most
Magical feature
Is her God-given ability to word.
She will say the same
As five thousand girls before her
But say it in a way
That makes you pause
And say
"What was that you said?"

At the end of the day
Her meanings are no different,
Her intentions undifferentiated
From the words of females' past
From every other girl on Earth

And her fashion seems praiseworthy
And her legs go on for miles
And her hair cascades for days
But when stripped to bones, I suppose,
So is the fashion
And legs, and hair,
Of every other girl on Earth.

But her words are of a language lost.

And what makes her different
Is she is not mortal like they are.