earth was a changed heavenly body the moment her eyelids widened to reveal bambi orbs that were the color of hot chocolate in comparison to freshly fallen snow.
gentle--the way to describe her despite her cold exterior. she is silk. she is a rose garden, just don't forget the thorns. she can make every hair on your body rise with just a simple gaze in your direction. if looks could ****, she'd be convicted.
there is something so addictive about her; she sits on your tongue and you can't get rid of the taste she leaves behind. if you could describe her differently, she's the old school television reruns--so familiar yet so nostalgic. there is something about her that's already been here before. her soul is antique and knowing, for she is intelligent with intentions as pure as newborns in a hospital. she is the type of innocence the world knows no better than to assassinate. the first breaths of motherhood; baby's breath braided in her tangle of curls.
there is never too much of her; she's barely around long enough for you to dip your toes in the water. she is an ice berg; cold, uncontaminated, with so much hidden below the surface. her being is a book not many have cared to read, for she is judged by her cover.
she's elevator music; you know her from somewhere and it's on the tip of your tongue, you just can't remember.

her soul has been here a while.