Some things exists on a plain apart.
Words seem clumsy and confounding
in trying to explain these things,
which further frustrates the heart
which understands them
without the need of pretension.
Her beauty was one such thing.

It danced like a flame
on the darkest day of the year
resplendent, triumphant, and yes
unconquered.

To be near her was to to be entranced.
Entranced by such a heat,
that you believed
that even the seasons let her be
as she moved in perpetual summer.

To be around her was to be different:
to be apart
like her beauty,
but to be changed,
yet you allowed it all the same
for the sadness was nothing
when placed side by side with the euphoria.