It is not the curve of her hips
or her incredibly soft lips.
It is not the way her mouth curves into a smile
or her eyebrows curl down in a frown.
It is not her bright brown eyes
or long lean legs.
It is not the wisps of her hair
or her bumbling loud laugh.

No, it is everything and nothing.

It is the way the moon frames her shadow.
It is the way the sun catches her light.
It is the way the stars dim down.
It is also the way my heart shifts its rhythm,
and my lips turn up of their own accord,
and my insides start to throb,
and my mind ceases to function.

She is everything and I nothing.