She is incredibly beautiful. She is just a work of art. Every time I look at her I see blooming roses and the morning sun. I can't even put in words what I feel when she is laying next to me. It feels like I'm home. Sweet, warm home. It feels like taking a fresh bath after exhausting day.
To me, she is the most wonderful person on the world. Simply perfect. She doesn't understand how much I love her. Just the way she is. I love the way she dresses herself, the way she does her breakfast, the way she smiles. Oh, I've got a lot to say about her smile. This tiny, gorgeous thing that makes sense in my life. Her smile reminds me of those extraordinary spring views from hills at the countryside where we were on our first date. I can't imagine life without her. That's why I always try to make her laugh, because when she's sad, I'm sad as well. When we are apart I'm wondering if she's happy, if she's doing anything that makes her smile. I think about her in every single minute of my day. When I eat my breakfast, my thoughts are filled with her beautiful eyes, which colour differ with nothing than my black coffee. I love how they light up when she's talking about something she likes. When she's excited about something that makes her smile. I love how she can be shy and confident at once. I love how she shows people her personality, how she is not ashamed of herself. I love when she is standing next to me and saying nothing because then I can look at her on and on. I love when she is busy doing something and I can stare at her, thinking how perfect she is in her casual life. I hope that she won't disappear from my life because she means everything to me and all I can say that I'm madly in love with her.