Oh, just look at you! Dazzling through! Like someone opened the oven door! After it had been preheating to four hundred and forty four! And all this warmth surges through. Into a cold room. Like an electrical cord that lighted an endless row of Christmas trees! Oh, just look at you glow! Your turtleneck and softest hair! Your beauty moves me everywhere. Your mouth, your nose, and your smile! Softest cheeks that go on for miles! Pricier than New York City real estate, and far more valuable. You smile! And my cares disappear. And great news appears! Out of the blue! This divine intervention, and I found out in the moment I saw you there! You! Funny how it always seems to go that way. You’re my angel in the sky. You’re a picture of grace. Like a dream I had of kissing your hair in softest embrace. It was just a loving thing, as if you knew me well. And allowed my arms around you, and I rested there. It felt as if my soul had found home. You radiate in every way. Through your sound, your light and your touch. You look like an angel today. Your soft hair and a turtleneck sweater. And I’m retrieved from the lost and found. You bring peace when all is hectic. It feels this way every time. You smile, and my heart is filled with love. And right as this happens, such great news arrives. In the midst of fuses going out and an oven pilot burning out, and a beloved dog who isn’t feeling very well. It all gets manageable and better. And great news arrives. Exactly when you appear. I’m almost sure it wouldn’t have come if I wasn’t looking in your eyes. At that precise moment in time. It’s always like that. You lift me so. In countless ways, and yet the same result. It’s heaven on earth to see you! And when I do, something heavenly happens to me! Every time. How could that be a bad thing? This lucky charm who is heaven sent. A starlet and a star! She’s made of both things. She was made for a silver screen. And somehow she is the girl next door. And yet like none I’ve ever seen before. Who knew heaven was next door? Her softest hair, her eyes that sink ships! They illuminate and penetrate. Her lips that exhilarate! All these pieces of sheer beauty that make up this gestalt! Compounds forming elements! It’s reverse science! It’s what her beauty allows. It doesn’t roll by the rules. Nobody can touch you, and yet you touch me so. Your warmth is all I know. You give it to me, as you do so many others. You give it away, and oh so generously. When you smile. And when you don’t. There has never been anyone so beautiful as you. You’re lightning showers and soft confessionals. You’re mystery that’s warm to me. As if I have a secret code. I punch in the numbers and my heart explodes. The girl in the sweater and her smile. Her softest hair and porcelain cheeks. Her generous lips, and you’re wishing you were lipstick. All that traveling you would do. On perfectly contoured roads. This highway lit in red, and you circle the roundabouts endlessly and never taking exits. In a heavenly circle you go. Her eyes where you can’t find the words! No matter how you try! It all starts there. The gateways to a celestial amusement ride! It’s one happening inside of you. Where it’s roller coasters and ferris wheels and all that excites and thrills. And a carriage ride later in the night, a brightest star who dropped out of the sky. If only to say hello. The dream of being by her side. Where you touch her hand and you can’t imagine what you did to deserve her time. I suppose some wish to be seen with her. Others ache to be seen by her. Even if in some empty room, and preferably so. What does it matter about others, when they all disappear. They always do. When she is here. She can do it with flair, or she can act like she just doesn’t care. She’s gonna do it either way! Her magic doesn’t obey. It commands! The room, and the space, and any heart within reach. It’s a built-in feature of hers. It’s her. On a Thursday. In a turtleneck sweater. Her magnificent eyes and her lustrous hair. And her smile. And the lights go off inside. And others turn on. And brighter. A quiet explosion. And you’re imploding inside. This girl in a sweater, with her softest hair. Her eyes that tell stories. You read them with your soul. It’s all inside there. It’s all so simple and perfect. Because it’s her. And “her” is a word you trip upon because she can’t be defined. It’s her for sure! You know her when you see her! And you know what she isn’t. You know the feeling she provides. She goes so far beyond any definition. As much as you try to surmise. That’s why she takes studying. I’m a very good student! I found a course I ace! But the study of her can never draw any conclusion. She goes on and on forever. She dances with starlight. She’s the immaculate vision. It’s something so simple. And good news arrives at the very moment I see her. The light in her eyes. Her spectacular face. She is breathtaking. And something made of heaven happens. On a Thursday. And it’s just another day. Because all the days are made of magic now. It’s become a relative thing. Oh, just look at you! Dazzling through. ❤️