She was the subject of a sonnet:
Her radiant glow matched that of the sun's
and her green eyes matched the color of emeralds.
Her wavy hair matched that of a chestnut tree.
Her dress matched that of a dusty pink rose.
Her smile illuminated my dreams
and her laugh woke me up in the morning.
Her loving embrace kept me safe
and her sweet kisses brightened even the darkest of days.
She was my muse,
my subject,
my sonnet.