When she talks, her voice carries a thousand hills on a whispering breeze
It reaches my ears and sounds like a thousand wind chimes in a forest of trees.
When she smiles, her look is broadcast around the globe as headline news
It grabs my attention and the more I read into it, the more I lose the blues.
When she looks at me, a million sparklers light up the cloudy starless sky
It engages me and I do not notice one million comets go hurtling by.
When she moves, she glides like an eagle soaring, circling into the air
I follow like a seagull does a trawler and hope that I meet her there.
When she sleeps, a jeweled hush resonates around the bustling world
I look at her transfixed, gasping for breath and tetherless I'm held.
When she raises her hand to fan the heat away from her sunlit face
Her elegance encapsulates all about her and I spin like the planets in space.
When she opens her eyes the light she emits is an undiscovered milky way
I'm drawn to it like a dazed night time moth and my endless dark becomes day.
When she enters the room her scent, carries with it a billion spring time flowers
I cherish each one in it's own right and it lasts for a billion hours.
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