Magnanimity

Chaste and intelligent, kind yet intimidating. I saw such beauty in those blesséd hazel eyes. She exceeded all expectations of reality, yet needed no explanation. Like synchronized wolves whom crouch howling, howling, howling at the silver moon! Like the gasp and sigh of the open sea. Everything about her was holy. Not something inflammatory out of envy, nor a hackneyed flight of fancy for the broken-hearted; but rather, something of unrestricted exceptionality.