I Don't Think She Knows How Truly Beautiful She Is

Everyday, I learn more and more how incredible she is...

I have been walking in this deserted wilderness for so long.

At first when you see something too good to be true, you believe it to be a mirage..

A hopeful fountain, presented to you by hallucinations formed from your desires, crafted by your weariness you've endured.

But she's real, and I'm utterly consumed by her.

She is an unexpected haven in which I can rest under.

Her laugh is like rushing waterfalls. I sense the purity it inspires from the sound of her soul pouring out of her.

Her eyes are like beautiful birds in flight, I get lost, trying to follow them wherever they go..

Her face is like a world wonder, that one would travel far and wide in hopes to see, a painted mural is her being..

I have made my abode in her. And I sit here everyday, drinking of her wine... Oh what a name for a drink, her smile is of dew. And it forms a goblet from my heart, for which to pour itself into. Until I am drunk on her spirit. She is a joy eternal, and nothing can be compared to the perfection I see in her.

Her mind is as vast as oceans, unexplored, and from a different land, and a different time.

She is serene and quiet in her nature. And nothing makes her more beautiful than her simply being her.

I love her, and I have found a treasure, and I intend to stay within her paradise for as long as she allows...