She’s fire. On a day in the week in the life where everything has a dullness, a fuzziness. She comes in crisp and sharp. She’s brilliant. She’s clear. You want to cool it on the beauty part! But you can’t help it! It’s like ignoring the phoenix when she rises! The way she flies! She’s red on red. Pure fire. Set against the indigo of her eyes. She’s lightning in a bottle. But she’ll never be kept in one. She’s free, she’s electric, she’s owned by no one. And dullness that pervades is immediately cut away. She comes in clear as crystal. She cuts. She angles. She dices. The turn of her foot. You’d worship her there. That sideways nodding. Your heart races. You feel like Billy on his knees when Christie leaves the taxi cab. In the Uptown Girl song. She is perfect, perfection, the consummate pro. You’re speechless. You marvel. How does she make it look so easy? Well! She’s the whole damn show! Being the goddess. She so completely is. If not her, who? Who rises to her? *Who does that??* Your heart says none. She’s the one. You feel that “who can turn the world on with a smile,” but with all respect, she’s bigger than that, she’s better than then. She’s now, and she’s everything. Red on red. A brilliant mind. The perfect woman. Your job is to admire. That’s your little part. In return she sets you on fire. She inspires. Whatever it is I do. And it seems to resonate with others. But it is she who carries me through. She lifts me up. So every sighting is precious. Like a meteor shower. Like a portrait on canvas. You keep each vision safely inside. She’ll capture you. It’s what she does. It’s what you do. She sets the bar. You have to squint to see how high. She’s lightning. She’s fire. She’s simply who she is. And doing it way up there in the sky. A star. She’s the dream, and she blesses. She heightens your reality. You’re a gift. To the world. To me, and to others. You make the day easier and brighter. With your warmth, with your fire. You indeed turn the world on with your smile. You meet someone where they are, and you always lift them higher. Easy stuff! … when you’re the most amazing woman in the world. ❤️  

🌟Yay!!! My contract has been extended another year (another October 1 to 1!) to innocently gush over her, and shower her with heavenly affection! If nothing ever comes to be, that’s fine. It’s certainly brought on enough attention. If she ever drops a private line, I’d probably die. Which I suppose would effectively break me of the contract. But, no! I wouldn’t die. I’d just be in a delirious daze for a spell or two. But, then again, what else is new! 🙃 It’s simply what my soul wants to do. To gush and roll over and sing your praises, all this love there is for you. … But, wait! There’s more! You’d probably expect to pay hundreds for this kind of adoration! But, it’s free! And probably annoying, and maybe sometimes you think I’m toying. But it’s real, and it’s bliss. And the best part is, you can only tune in when you want to. 😊 I adore you! Hopefully next post by 10/11!

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