The world leans forward in its chair! (And that’s a big chair!) And a favorite guy says, “Miss,” emphasizing the “S!” And the world breathes again! And when the world breathes, it’s a big deal! What any guy wouldn’t give to be Mister *Her-Name!* He’d have pinch marks up and down his arms, those reminders he’s not living in a dream. And what a dream! And you dream all the time. But you know the day will come when there’s a diamond that will shine. And you must find peace with that. You’ve thought on it before. You’ve asked, “Are you *really* being honest with yourself? That this is enough, and you wish for nothing more?” Because you suspect that’s the day your heart will break. When you ask, What was it all for? But then you switch it around and ask, What would an angel do? – and the answer comes with ease. You realize it’s simply to adore. To be someone who cares. Someone who lifts –  hopefully – even if just a little bit, and where it goes you know not where. Angels don’t dwell in the head, they live in your heart. And, with the heart, it’s goalless. The magic is in the moment. The moment of her look! There’s never been anything like it – like her! She hypnotizes! She literally does! She mesmerizes! It’s a rush of everything – all at once! Her beauty! Her boldness, her power, her assurance! A strength that leaves me weak. And still with that gentleness. That gentle feeling she gives that defies words. Gentle, and yet mightier than the tallest mountain’s peak. She’s scoring A pluses and checking the boxes, from brilliance to beauty, from A to Z. Four point oh! Valedictorian of valentines. She has it all! And you know today she feels it, too. On her game, and never missing a beat! She says, It’s lovely up here. There’s nothing like this view. And she lifts me, too. Without a word, I’ve learned more from her than from anyone before. Lessons that took forever, maybe longer, but I can walk with a sense of confidence, my behavior more mature. I remember days when my self-talk would consist of things I’d never say to someone I love. Not even an enemy. And falling short of how I treated my mind, soul and body. But over time, through engaging in this way, I’ve become someone I didn’t know I could be. Always becoming, but a big part of me is there! She does that. And she does so much more! She holds a mirror to your strengths and reveals where you pale. When you find someone who touches the depths of your soul, you’re long-through ranking on a number scale. The numbers go from one to none. All the rest goes away. The attention, the noise, even the praise. It’s all good, but the eyes are straight ahead, on her. In a good way. The rest is below, and when walking a tightrope, you never look down. You look her way. And the noise and clamor fade away. Left only with her beauty, which fills a vast magic sky. Of pinks and purples, and golden stars inlayed in deepest hues. Of golds and blues. How can you describe the most beautiful face in any other way, but to compare it to that which is most sublime? Those things that make us stop, no matter how in-the-world we are, no matter how in our self-worrying heads, and simply feel that “Ah!” – that sense of deep, deep wonder. Because they are just too simply beautiful, too divine to be ignored. And in those moments you connect to something bigger – a reminder of why we’re here. And it’s not to worry. Or to fret. Or to contemplate moments you’d rather forget. Getting lost in the doing, and forgetting the experiencing. That deep, magical *experience* of it all! Well, she takes care of that! That something bigger – that untouchable beauty of hers – it frees. All those worries can go away, they vanish in the breeze! I’ve written chapters. She’s taught me volumes. It would be an insult to the wonder to pine. It would be a rejecting of the Divine. It would be like saying, Well, that’s all nice, but I want *this.* But tomorrow can’t be seen. And there’s so much gratitude in between! This is the time, this is the moment, living in her mystery, and feeling so grateful for it! Her beauty, her face, that endless sky. The magic is happening here, not there – not a time or place far away. It’s here. It’s in the way she touches my heart. Every single day. Whether seen or unseen, she’s there. It’s not a figure of speech. She is magic and she has the longest reach. Nobody touches in the way that she does. There is no one so beautiful. She is grace and autumn days and a blushing, nervous laugh all at once. She does that to me. It’s like there’s a castle-sized door inside my heart, one I somehow missed. And she opens it, and there arrives a technicolor world of bliss. Where feelings are felt, and felt with such power. Where there was black and white, now there is color. I can handle them all, the highest highs, and the ones that fall to pine. That pining. Pinings now few and far between, because they only come from my mind. And I’ve learned how to turn off that chatter. She’s taught me that. She teaches in so many ways! By the way I’m allowed to love her, and that look she sends my way. Lightning in a bottle. Magic in the hand. And stars in my eyes. It matters not what happens today, and there is no worry for tomorrow. She’s in my heart. And the heart doesn’t overthink. It simply beats. For her. Whether thunderclouds or golden sun, a love that only grows. It doesn’t ask, What’s it all about? or, Wherever will it go? It only says, “I love you.” And that’s all I need to know. ♥️  

That’s something that might please an angel to hear, when found. To love. With no goal in store. What for? The magic is all around. ♥️