She was from the silk blue skies of heaven and the velvet soft pink clouds of dreams and her smile was the tapestry stitched to his heart and her lips held the promise of perfect love and he was lost in the black flames of eternity and desire contained in the dark center of her pupils that were surrounded by the soft magic in the gentle blue irises of her eyes and he was falling fast and standing still and all he could do was smile because his emotions were beyond his control and his every cell tingled and vibrated at just the thought of her fingers entwined with his and their palms touching and he didn't need to feel her lips pressed against  his before he knew his heart and love belonged to her and he secretly longed for the day he could hold her in his arms and get lost in her eyes the same way he got lost in her picture dream after dream and he would leave words like little bread crumbs so he could find his way back to the poem he heard beating in her kind heart and its gentle grace night after night and he would listen to the rhythm and flow and dance with the hope that one day he would find the bravery to tell her the tale of the perfect love waiting to be read from her lips and that his humble house would become the kingdom their two hearts would call home