Her heart is woven from a fairy tale and he reads it ever night before, during, and after he sleeps
He is perfectly captivated by her and the way she carries the soft pink spots of love in her smile and in her hair
He imagines her kisses are sweet like cotton candy clouds over the horizon of the dying sun
Her face glows with the wonder of the moon and within her eyes dances the secret magic only known to the first star ever born
She is intricate and simply beautiful in a way that is always flawless
There is a hidden story of loss and heartache and hope just beneath her silky white skin
And she shares it only with those who know the language of the first star of long ago
And every night he searches and studies the sky counting the stars
And making a map and plotting a course so that one day he might be in the story he reads woven from the beat of her heart