She.
The girl who catches the eye, like fireflies in the fog,

She.
A majestic mountain, towering over my every thought with clouds of tomorrow,

She.
Fingers like feathers, tickling my heart with a few short strokes,

She.
A smile so free, teeth like ivory keys shining in song, a tongue giving directions,

She.
Unbelievably shadowed by immense rays of fascination, I can't look around her,

She.
So innocent and strong, a face solid with concrete dimples, weighing the world down with her happiness,

She.
Loves me and I her, eyes like sparkling diamonds, hoping that I can be her jeweler, selling my love at half price,

She.
Looks at me with this fierce growl and I stare back with prey-like tendencies,

She.
Is more amazing than a soft winter blizzard, quietly falling over and over again, for me,

She.
Is.
Beautiful.