she is truly indescribable when i tell you there is a universe which she inhabits, solely--with a few pine trees and visited, on occasion, by the raspberries of reddened cheeks--would you understand? of course not, for everyone has someone who occupies their own universe. if i told you she was the best of them all, would you believe me? that her universe has the most beautiful vistas, the clearest skies, rolling hills stretching to infinity and unfathomable sunsets would you agree with this fact? perhaps, if you knew her. to know her is to know of what i speak. at least, you'd be able to peek through the telescope and gather some version of her temporary eternity. she gets stuck in my throat, sometimes. all lovers say that their breath is taken, but how might you know what i mean when i say that sometimes i cannot breathe yet my lungs continue to function? to glimpse her universe is to plunge into the darkness fully, with such uncertainty that you are certain to find a garden bursting with flowers, the most beautiful flowers. you are certain to find untamed happiness, wildly stunning serenity, and two or so campers in maine looking on in awe. her universe is heart-stoppingly astonishing, incomprehensibly astounding, unendingly, stupendously amazing. i never want to leave.