Beginning with her hair, I see golden beads
raining from her scalp, caught in
an open-shuttered lens. I watch as it lays upon the pillow,
never falling from it's beautiful grace. It
delicately calls my name, asking me to
interview it with my fingers. I can't refuse.

Bravely moving on to her eyes, I see two
rare sapphires smiling complacently
at me. Or one of the many thousand blue twinkles on a
never ending body of water. I want to swim in those
dazzling pupils so that I can soak
in the sights she's seen. I want to see my reflection.

Before I get carried away... her smell. It
reminds me of a kind and gentle flower, or maybe
an angel. When she is not around I long for that aroma to
nestle in my senses. It's like a
drug that I need to live. Without this drug
I am destined to die. I want to live.

Being flawless, her skin deserves discussion. I could
run my fingers along the softest fabric or texture
all day, but nothing will compare to the feel of her in my
nostalgic grasp. Feeling her skin
drag across mine, makes me feel faint, as if
I were ill or dizzy. I want to feel this permanently.

But her mind is what keeps me intrigued with her entire being. It
reels me in as if I am nothing but
an innocent fish tracking a batied hook. The
nobility and strength she posesses throws butterflies into the very
depths of my stomach. The same stomach
in which I had to find the courage to write this poem.

All of these things pieced together,
places in mind,
the most beautiful,
intelligent,
kind-hearted,
caring,
and loving woman
one could ever imagine,
and I thank God everyday
that he granted me the chance
to enter her life and better in some way.
 
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