Your beauty is transformative. Softest red on red, and lost in a cloud. That face of yours!! Oh, it’s like a choir of angels singing, when all felt so quiet and stale when you were gone. That’s the feeling, anyway. It’s impossible to describe how beautiful you are! I know, that’s my job! Some days it’s simply too overwhelming, I’m lost in the feeling you provide, and that’s kind of the gift to me. ‘You can take a break from attempting to find the words’ it seems to say. Just enjoy the dream. Words can never capture you, anyway! But, oh, your face. Do you *know* how beautiful you are? Do you see it, too? Do you see what I see? Oh, it’s all of you! It’s something ethereal, it pitches you through to some other reality. It’s so exciting – to the point of being nervous like a schoolboy, absurd, I know. And yet it’s soothing. It’s unspeakable, unwritable. It’s always new. Like it’s the first time you’re seen! More than that, you grow more beautiful by the day. The world is going one way, and you’re going some other. I’ll have what she’s having! As that famous line goes. This warmth. What were you like at age 6? At 12? At 17? All this wonder, of *where did you come from??* Because it’s like you dropped out of the sky. You’re too staggering to have come up the usual way. And yet you did! As far as I know. But you’re certainly not of this world. A flowing stream of richest life, you are softest red on red. What words are there to say? You’re the reminder there’s something bigger, something more beautiful, than what the senses take in around me day to day. You’re out of the ordinary. You’re extraordinary. You’re flowers on a Thursday. You’re the grand finale! When you think it’s done, you’re a grander one. You’re the grandest! You’re always surprising. A flowing stream of richest life. You’re so beautiful. So soothing in the morning. Of things that take time and trust, it’s so nice that there’s no wanting. I’ve figured it out. I hope to only be someone steady as the days go by. Someone predictable in all the best of ways, but filled with happy surprise myself. You in a red blouse. And it’s like an Elvis song! Everything *stops* (hips stop grinding! sneer freezes in place!) and *starts* again! And the girls scream! The way to use that pausing!! To generate excitement. And thrills. That’s how it feels for me, you at the top of that hill! All of life halts, even the birds stop singing. The heart stops! That *feeling* of when you are seen. And in that pause there’s this feeling of eternity. Something forever living in this sacred second. Then it *starts* again. And I breathe!! Ah!! Thank God! I always forget to! This sacred baptismal moment that takes over my body from head to toe! You provide respite. Look at your eyes! The slope of your nose! Those lips of yours! The shape of your head, the cascading of your hair. Your porcelain skin. The expression on your face. I can’t take it all in at once, I’m paralyzed. From the follicles on my head to the nails on my toes. Every chakra is buzzing, each one down the line! You purify so deeply to my soul. In a warmest red blouse, that I pretend is a robe. You on a Thursday morning. To be quarantined with you? I’d never leave the house again!! “Um, I’d probably have other feelings!’ I know! But, oh!! What you do to me. How do you put such things into words? When it’s so overwhelming, so life confirming, so out of the ordinary day to day of things. To simply be your friend. That’s the goal. If I knew I already was considered one, perhaps a one-way penpal so far away but as close as a phone call, I’d say, “I’ve reached it already! Yay me!! I’ve done it all!!” No need to pine for anything! So I pretend I already am. I might be, in your mind, I don’t know! Ah, but how you know I love to pretend! You’re the warmest feeling in the world. Your beauty, it astounds me. You’re just doing what you’re doing! You are who you are. Know it’s magic. Please. Know that as deeply as you know anything. Whatever I pretend comes from this part that is real. You’re searing, you’re softness, you’re days of bliss and roses. You’re forever loved, in a way that doesn’t want of anything. But, oh, how it scales the walls! You inspire those who thought there couldn’t be a reason to ever dream again. Not a dream of possessing. No, it’s a taking part in the beauty of you. You’re so astounding. You let the oldest soul feel young again. Your beauty can bring one to tears and yet he’s smiling. Go ahead and paint the most spectacular sunset, all those pinks and golds and blues and purples to fill out the horizon. All I have to do is picture your face, and I’m filled, I’m overflowing!! With all those kinds of sensations. The majesty of you. God bless you, for everything you do. You’re a gift. So there’s no reason to pine. I scale the walls, I’m dancing on the ceiling! Oh, look, there’s Lionel Richie!! Ah!! But then I’m back safe and sound on the ground again! Better than before. There’s nothing missing. I’m filled with so much love inside. The present is received whenever you’re perceived. There you are at 5:37!! AH!!!! You’re immaculate. You’re stunning. You’re precious. You’re becoming. Every day you’re a touch greater than the day before, and you started from perfection! You’re so perfect as you are. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. And it’s not even based in the material. It’s something invisible. Something based in trust and faith and it rises to the utmost heavenly heights. It’s seeing through a glass darkly through life, and you touch the innermost places. And all of life is bright. The sun comes bouncing out to play! You are beauty impossible to erase or put back inside a box. You’re so pretty. Simplicity, and yet so wildly profound! You are easily both things, you’re whatever you wish to be. And what you are is everything. You’re everything that can be dreamed. And then something magical steps in and adds a dash of the extraordinary, if only to remind there’s something bigger going on! Than one person’s dream can imagine. Your beauty can only be compared to heaven. Your eyes are the gateways therein. You’re the promise of something magical in a world full of fear. And I lose all my own. I’m warm. I’m overwhelmed! With simple joy, and the wonder of a child. All over again. Look at that lemon sun rising! Here it comes! Bouncing into view! It’s going to be such a beautiful day! There’s a touch of heaven in everything. It’s all because of you. ❤️