Her


I see her beauty.
The grace in her step.
The lilt in her voice.
The way she tilts her head when she laughs.
Her beautiful smile that warms my heart.
Her curious nature.
Her calming presence.
Her beauty transcends the physical.
It goes so deep and knows no boundaries.
She is precious.
A rare jewel that is as elusive as the gold at the end of a rainbow.
Her presence amounts to a level of ecstasy not achievable
through anything physical.
She is beauty personified.
She is an old soul.
A curious child.

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