she

Her soft skin ripples with waves of happiness - the touch of inspiration

A walk so refined, just as the water Jesus turned to wine and proffered for the master to drink

Her eyes exhibit a long hallway to where only the privileged few will hearken to the lovely symphony played with every beat of her sacred heart

Pure, but full of imperfections - just as God meant for her to be

Her scars tell of her intrepid journey through life and the mishaps she has surmounted;

Even yet, she has the audacity to blossom even when everything in her life seems to wither away

At the sight of her you are struck by her inner light, for she appears radiant.

 Thus you come upon the realization of how truly irresponsible cupid is with his golden bow and piercing love arrows.

You know this because your palms perspire;

Your lips long to serenade her with the lyrics of love songs,

 To which you do not even know the words

Her presence is of benediction

She is the epitome of me, of which, I am too intimidated to be.