As I stare into space, I am reminded of her; nature's very canvas devoid of imperfections. Intoxicating like aged whiskey, were the pools of brown crystals she had for eyes. In place of lips were curled up rose petals. She had an innocuous smile, one that touched the abyss of melancholy and made it cheerful. She moved like spring; blooming everything in her path. To be lost in the warmth of her embrace and the santuary of her lips is what I long for...
For she is beauty, and beauty is her.
      
                                    -Jay