YAY!!!!!!!  

You’re so sexy, even when you’re not trying to be! You’re so alluring, you’re the stuff of sweaty fantasy. What feels like an off day to you, men would still drop to their knees to be around you. You’re so incalculably beautiful. It just simply goes beyond all quantifying! You stay on the mind like no other. You own the space, pushing out the clutter of previous memories of other girls. That old aching returns. “How is it there be anyone *this* beautiful?” And there you are. You’re amazing. You keep the engines running, on older models that would be otherwise expiring. You give people something to live for. Just to see you, and *know*, there can be this kind of beauty in the world!! It’s everything!! Your face, your voice, your spirit!! Your energy, your  softness, your hair that men ache to be lost in. You’re an angel. The rhetorical, “How can there be anyone *so* beautiful?” is followed by the, “Why must there only be *one* of you?” I’ve looked high and low, over and under, all over the landscape. There is simply nobody in this world who brings out such yearning and such feeling. You’re a dynamo. You’re brilliant. And you’re tender. Your eyes are like looking into God’s. This sublime experience of wonder. This “crystal blue persuasion” that is yours only. It’s your soul most of all. Because if all that other beauty should fade, the hearts that beat for you only grow stronger. You’re loved so tremendously. People want to protect you, and love you, for as long as time allows them. You turn up in their dreams at night, and there’s the exhilaration of a young boy inside them, almost forgotten through years of mundane reality. And they wake, and realize … and try to go back to sleep again. In the hope of returning to the dream you were in. You positively *own* hearts, lock and key. They become older men who own properties, and who made it big on speculating, and somebody whippers, “Does that guy at the end of the street live all alone?” And someone answers, “He was in love with some woman he could never call his own.” (“Oh, my Lord!! Get the violins!!”) It’s not just me!! There are so many! These guys who don’t dare to dream of the bread, but instead ache for crumbs. A look, a nod, something that tells them they might even be seen at all. By you. You’re the picture on the mantle, you’re the candle in the window. The ones they write country songs about, the deepest loves that go unrequited always. (“This is getting heavy.”) Don’t worry! I’m about to steer the ship out of this! The joy of the dream of you – those otherworldly feelings that are felt!! – it positively knocks the stuffing out of the attention of any girl who is there for the taking!! Because you’re the real thing in someone’s heart. The nice part is it goes so far beyond the physical. So one dream is still allowed. Perhaps someday so far away, a very old man can hold a woman’s hand, and simply sit beside her if she’s down. It’s that kind of thing at the heart of it. Everybody wants to be near you. It’s such a *thrill* to hear you when you are speaking. I get lost in a cloud. You’re so exhilarating. In some old picture where you don’t care how you’re looking, perhaps with a family member, and the heart clenches before the eyes can barely register. It’s like it already knows. To be an angel who watches over you, *that’s* the job for old souls who adore you. But while they still have feet instead of wings, you make the world such a magical place to be living in. When there’s too much sadness all around, they can point toward your light, and say, “That’s what it’s all about.” Right here is a touch of heaven. They bathe in it, and try to spread it all about. You’re the muse, and the inspiration. It’s unchanging, it’s forever. You’re loved by so many, there should never be a moment you feel alone. When you’re quiet you can feel it, softly enveloping you about the room. It travels through the ether. This comfort is always available to you, of those who love you from here, and beyond. You’ve got an army of angels, powered by white hot love. You’re the reason they wake up in the morning, for others they’re in the stars you feel above. You’re the most exquisite example of God’s creation. You’re adored, from heart to heart to heart. It’s in the lullaby you feel in your heart when you go to bed at night. It’s in the gentle kiss about your forehead when you could swear you were in the room alone. It’s all around you. The love that exists for you, it goes so deep for you. And you are never, ever alone.  

… I don’t know, it just came out of me! You’re SO crazy-intoxicating-’can-it-be-real?’ beautiful!!!! A little maudlin sounding, but I’m happy!! I only hope you know how beautiful you are. You. Are. *Amazing.* 🥰  

You’re the world’s brightest star. 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟!! 💜💜