The morning light doth cling to her hair with the tender touch of lightest dew. Her eyes catch the sunlight and they sparkle with the brilliance of a thousand stars, an entire galaxy of thing which may be, things only dreamed of, and wonders no mortal ever knew.
She smiles a smile that is at once teasing, hinting, wondering, laughing, glowing.
When she walks she coaxes the world into vibrant life with a subtlety and grace that makes my heart leap in time with her every step.
To hear her speak is to listen to a chorus of angels, and to hear her sing is a gift from the gods themselves. No sparrow ever sung so sweetly, nor was any siren ever so tempting. She holds an entire universe of possibilities in front of her, and I would be lucky to be part of that universe for even a moment, for I would keep that moment kindled in my heart, and love would keep it burning for all eternity.
