That bliss when “Is she there?” flips to “There she is!!!” You own the room! There’s nothing you lack! And the world breathes a collective, “It’s so good to have you back!!” You are loved so very much! Hearts ache for you, they break for you. There’s not a thing they wouldn’t do. To be gifted that indelible look of you. It stays with, it holds tight. Your beauty – straight on it hits between the eyes! Your profile – it stops time, ushering a hushed silence inside. Like an incandescently lit painting hanged where fancy people whisper – and yet someone possessing your beauty has never been seen before. You’re new. In a world where everything has been seen before, you’re somehow new. All the time. It’s you. It’s always you. You’re the main show – after the preview. The big event! You’re in this world but heaven sent. It’s obvious in everything you do. The flashes of lightning, the roll of the thunder. The gentleness so sacred to one who gets under. Under your skin to find a place in your heart. It’s the only place to be. When the weather gets hot. You’re the stuff of dreams. It never feels cold. You’re the stuff of poems. No matter what the world shows, it’s you who finds a home. In a heart. What an honor it must be to know both the woman and the girl. To know even the smallest secret, and the joy of never telling a soul! Those chances to prove loyalty, rewards harvested when old. To look back over a list of works, where the actions show as strong as the words. A track record that can stand as a record. Of the devotion you deserve. Every day must be this way. Meditating, then writing whatever comes. From the heart. That sacred part of the day. Don’t let that get away! Simply as thanks for the life you bring – in droves! You deal in elegance and aplomb the way another might deal in bonds. It’s what you do. It comes naturally to you. We’re drawn in when you’re speaking, hanging on to every word – despite the electricity and rapture! But also when you have not a word to say. The eyes move to you, asking, caringly, ‘How is she feeling today?’ Even if privately you’re down, the world can scarcely tell. Because you radiate such warmth, such beauty, your shine burns past the frown. It’s the truth. It always is. It’s what’s real, when you’re here and when you’re not seen. Your reach extends so far, it soars around the world – and back again! Angelic rays of blues and golds. You get inside. It’s what you do. It’s what you do to me. And to countless others. You lift! You birth hope into things. You’re a reminder of what’s real. People aspire to you. It’s what you do. You do it all the time. Even when you don’t think you do. You bring out the child and the exuberance and the light and the joy. You’re treasured. You are so deeply and truly loved. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. ♥️