The essence of her

My god-

her starry night eyes reflect on the surface of the vastest seas and penetrate the soul of every wretched human being on the face of this planet. Her tongue taps against her teeth and brushes the soft curve of her lips, the way that a worried child taps his mother on the arm. She walks the earth in harmony with the gusts of wind that rustle her golden strands of hair. How does one speak in the mere presence of pure beauty? One so significantly astounding even when compared to the fresh beauty of the flowers and flowing streams and even the things that go unseen, such as a sprouting seed and the breath of a newborn child. She is astounding and I cannot comprehend how I got so lucky to come across the epitome of perfection. A beauty that will never cease to shine along with the rays of the sun.

                                                                                                   I love her.