Tori

Your hair,
waterfalls of amber,
falling over the sparkling crystals of ice,
that are your eyes.
A smile likened by nothing but the warmth of the sun.
A body that flows like water with every movement.
soft and flowing in every moment.
yet like a statue,
beautiful,
sculpted,
something to be admired.
despite all the wear and tear of life.
The marks,
the cuts,
the bruises,
But no matter.
Because every now and then the statue will shatter.
and just how a gem
May look like a rock on the surface.
as does your outer beauty pale before your inner.
and if a ruby looks like granite on the outside,
then imagine how beautiful a statue is on the inside.
you are all of these things and more.
but I feel the rest cannot be described with words.
and in writing them,
I would be putting them to shame.
Something only for the moment.
not for eyes.
nor for ears.