She in the poem. Literally by size

I will keep this short and sweet like herself. Lately, it's been a month of were my senses have gone, only in her presence, realising how she is the one and only. Intelligence she thinks she does not have but has vast amounts of it. Bliss and wonderful moments only occur with her. Beneath her explosive looks, she is simply flawless. Integrity is hidden by these gates of shyness, with simple glimmers only being seen through her gem green eyes with her beautiful fair skin. Enchanted by her simple movements, as in her laugh and her smile, and all I want to say to her is that I love her.