She is beautiful.
Hair, brown and curly. It rests on her shoulders.
Eyes, brown and beautiful. The kind you can look into for hours if you could.
A voice, soft and sweet. That sooths my anger.
A smile, bright and cheerful. One that makes my days of anguish into ones of happiness.
A laugh, loud and proud. One that when you hear you can't help but smile along.
And a heart, big and soft. The kind that loves so deeply that you feel safe in her arms because you know even if you're gone, you're always with her.