Her eyes, masterpieces of art,
Sweet like blueberries, cheeks of cherry, playing a part.
Good looks and smart, a sweetheart,
Changed the parameters, beauty redefined from the start.

At first, she seemed imaginary,
From another world, another dimension, quite contrary.
Capturing attention, breaking down walls, no adversary,
An expert in every direction, a world-class visionary.

Walked every corner, a performer,
Fell and felt like a beginner,
Turning tables, not always a winner.
Losing for her is still a victory, a love spinner.

It's not always about numbers or what you weigh,
A sketch colorful even if it started grey.
Never about the start, it's the end of the way,
A rose fallen from paradise, heaven's display.

She's from heaven, describing her imprecise,
A chance at precision, a glance would suffice.