Ah, your voice! Your register! The sound of when you say “thank you” at the end! And, “you, too.” There are so many textures! You can go all Oprah Winfrey or Walter Cronkite! You know, that *professional* voice most usually found in your voiceovers! I’m not making fun! It’s *real*! It’s just that – you know – it’s the “you’re on the job” sound! But then there are all these other kernels of bliss!! When you’re more extemporaneous, and then at the end of this one today! This higher resonance, so light and feminine, when you say, “thanks, you too.” And you’re that empress I’ve talked about, when accepting a compliment and the light from your heart is blinding! And, of course, it comes with the look in your eyes! I swear if you turn out every light your eyes are still shining! Illuminating! And there’s a beauty in them that defies time and space! If there’s *anything* in this world where someone can say, “*That’s* otherworldly!!” – meaning it’s a peek at something bigger going on than what most mortals stumbling along usually see – then it’s most definitely your eyes. There’s a magic and a mystery! All at 1:11 (ahem, eastern time!). And then it’s like getting hit with eighteen punches at once!! Your eyes! Your lips! The absolutely perfectly crafted features that the world calls your face!! And the way when your hair gets long, it’s the way a painter would paint them. Not single strands, but rich long flames of red!! Dancing around your shoulders!! The “I’m going to die!! *sigh!!!*” pixie look when you have it short, becomes the longer, sultry “she’s *everything* a woman can be”-look so impossible to ignore. You’re a masterpiece. The “a” modifier seems insulting, as it suggests there’s another. You’re *the* masterpiece. There has never been anyone like you, ever. And sometimes guys not as smart as you kind of glaze over all the grown-up talk, and become puppy dogs. They don’t understand all the words, but they’re unconditionally loving towards you. You can do no wrong. I could look at you forever!! It’s the perfect meditation. Like a ‘mantra’ where they give you a word to mull over. I’m a liberal, but a bit of a libertarian; I never liked anyone getting in the middle of me and God. So I found it on my own! Instead of a word, it’s a face. The most spectacular one there has ever been. And when you concentrate on it, it’s *impossible* to feel anything but love and warmth and you’re grounded and centered. And at the same time floating above the earth with this tender and ardent feeling all about! Where there are no problems, everything’s solved. So when others struggle with teachings and teachers, I feel a little guilty I’ve got a “speed pass” to the infinite! I cut right through it all, and feel divinely inspired. I talk too much, but it’s honestly how it feels when looking at you, for lack of better words. You’re magical. You’re sensational!! I mean, look at your face!! AH!!!! And you’ll know what I mean. Freeze it where you smile and say thank you, and I defy you to tell me that isn’t the prettiest girl who has ever been!! *Everything* is so magical about you. You make *all* colors come to life!!! But purple feels like your playground! Your soul’s expression, your blues and reds melding, as said before. You’re a symphony of wonder. I don’t know how anyone *couldn’t* fall in love with you! But I know the world is filled with blind people, including me, in whatever ways. At least, for those who don’t see, they will look back eventually, and see you were the most magnificent of them all. At five feet, four inches tall! Or whatever you are! You’re always towering to me. You’re a DaVinci, a Picasso, a Monet – whatever those paintings are that are most celebrated because they can never be put into words. But people leave *feeling* different after seeing you. If that’s not something sublime, I’ll never know what is. They say, “the kingdom of heaven is spread upon the earth, but man does not see it.” I think it’s saying, “Here she is. Right under your nose!! All the magic and the mystery and beauty of a hundred sunsets.” Or something like it. You set people off their toes!! And this feeling of delirium! If you were a drink, who needs alcohol, this feeling you give!! The old woman next to me would say, “I’ll have what he’s having!” when seeing me, like in “When Harry Met Sally!” Oh, this beauty of yours!! There’s *nothing* to compare it to!! I see your face in my dreams, and it’s like being visited by angels. You make people strive to be the very best version of themselves. For no reason, other than they’ve been touched by something special. This magic, the world’s most beautiful girl. … was I going somewhere with this? … AH!!! See? There it is!! Lost in this haze!! But, it feels so good!! So divine! And I kinda gather myself together, and get on with things. I’ve reached the age of not wanting to look in a mirror so often, but it feels like my eyes are shining because I saw you today. You’re a dream. And, to think, … it’s free!! They do say the best things in life are!! No subscription or contract or anything!! And yet guys just want to give you everything they’ve made, and say, “Take it, it’s yours. You’ve done more than enough for me.” How do you put into words what seeing your face does? It’s impossible to describe! But please know it does nothing less than change people’s lives. And, yes, in all ways better and previously unimagined! You’re an angel. You’re precious. You’re treasured. The most beautiful girl in the world is walking around somewhere, and touching hearts as she goes. One, by one, by one … That’s you. Changing the world one heart at a time. You look so beautiful today. 💜 Happy Monday!! 🥰   

… “Get back to work!!” Okay!! 🙂   🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟!! 5 stars today!! 🌟 🌟 … okay, 7!! You’re amazing!!!!