The look came right away! The flip side of yesterday, or the day before! She’s in her perfect state. You can tell when she’s in that energy that feels like home. She is free. Like that ol’ convertible when you shift into the gear that purrs. Where she expresses, fearlessly, *This Is Me!* She is magic. She comes on full throttle. She exhilarates, she magnifies, she is lightning in a bottle. All her passion has to find some outlet, whether positive or negatively charged. It’s where the rage on the road lies, I’d be her first victim if in my car! The aging millennial (from the millennium before), driving like Grandma! And, on my butt the imprint of a Honda! She said she drove one, and you remember everything she says – it’s gold, it’s manna from her lips. You could even be of some humorous help if sitting by her side. (Can you imagine that joy??) Every time she gets enraged, you’d say something in a quiet whisper, “That person just lost his dog.” On the next, “That one just lost his family in a typhoon. And, he was given a diagnosis he only has till June.” Maybe that would get a laugh. When questioned on your own road rage, you say, “I already have a mother! This is about you!” And, everything’s about her! You love the rage, because it gets to the softness. All these hidden layers that go on forever, but you know at the core and well-protected is a sacred place of bliss where few are ever allowed. You’ve got to earn it. You’ve got to show it – your strength, your desire, what you’re made of. For years if it has to be. If it takes a lifetime – or two – so be it. You rise to the challenge! You embrace it with all your might. Because you know you’re made for it. Loving her simply feels right. Not just in your mind, but in every breath of your spirit. It’s what you’re designed to do. You get that little smile when you’re running the perfect race! You know you are cut out for this, your heart expands and you soar while others fall from the path or tumble to the side. And all the while she’s healing you. She’s changing you. She’s turning you into the person you were designed by God to be. You’ve never felt more alive! In the pain, when it comes, and in the passion and the pride. Because no matter how hopeless a given day may feel, there’s always a door, sometimes hidden – – and sometimes through a floor, a trap door! But, she always leaves one. She supplies it with her eyes. A gentle aside when you need it the most. She knows she’s growing you. When it feels all hope is gone, the sun appears – finally. And something funny has happened. After the haggardness and wan, you come out somehow younger and you shine! It sounds scientifically impossible, but you swear – you know! – it’s what happens. You’re the one who knows, because you’re the one in the trenches and flying through glorious skies, day in and day out. She’s a touchstone, she’s *your* touchstone, and she knows it well. While the world goes on, two souls are in a dance, where she helps you free your bonds, and rise to your purpose. You come out better every time. You get your rewards, and not a word need be spoken. She knows you love her, she knows it’s real. And you suspect she knows it’s just one of those divine things that goes beyond words. Where no goal in the real world need be met, unless she ever decides it. It’s all worked through dreams and visions and meditations, and a perpetual constant devotion. To her. From your soul. It’s this timeless kind of thing. Her brilliant light is flying, and she notices this little comet hitching a ride on her tail. She feels the energy of him, looks back over her loving shoulder, and casts a smile. That smile of hers. And she just glides along, letting him hold on, and in turn she gains a little speed. The adrenaline of stars. Because she is a star. She’s your star. That northernmost one. The one that stands out, that’s brightest in your sky. Where you feel the deepest love, for it, for her, no matter how afar it lights or how high. She is your compass. You find your path through her eyes, never knowing if it will lead to her in the end. But seeing as she is in it all, in everything, you trust in every road and bend. Her hand is on things. Her gentle hand. And you have a shine in your own eyes, one that wasn’t there before. You can’t imagine what life was before you saw her, and you realize there never was a before. In a dance of souls, time means not a thing. She is in your after, the before, and everything. Your heart is so full of love, it feels it will burst. That tears could fall, glorious ones, if you allow them to roll. It’s that kind of power of emotion, all the time, where the real world seems dimly lit compared to the countless worlds she generates. It’s so vastly large, but you’re safe inside. You swear you’re somewhere inside of her, taking safety and refuge behind her eyes, a safest spot, however small, inside the very vestiges of her heart. And she lets your comet hitch a ride on her tail. She lets you rest inside her soul. Because she knows you love her. In the purest way you know. She knows she helps you. She knows she is growing you. In this little private spot between hearts, so little that it is only felt in quiet streams and brooks, and heavenly expanses, and ocean horizons where the blue of the water becomes the blue of the sky, undetectable by the human eye. Beyond the talk and the important things of the world, she is with me in all the places people aren’t looking. She does it with a look. She’s set me free. How do you thank her? How do you begin to find the words? When no words will do. That gratitude. You thank her for all of it, the whole journey she’s given to you. And you love her, forever. That’s the thing that you do.  ❤️❤️

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☀️Reboot, reset, so I can pass as her wondrous, amazing looks-35-in-low-lighting guy who just at this point has swept her off her feet! How she can resist? It’s just been too magical for words!! This whole thing, it has!! 😃 … ahem … or maybe just someone who makes her smile – in a good way – no matter the distance or how far away. A buddy, a friend. A pen pal, where the pen never runs out of ink. Because your beauty is limitless to me. It’s ageless. You’re timeless. One look and you light my dreams! Your magic results in tangible things, for me. You already know you’re an empress, you’re a queen. You’re a star. In the realest sense. You’re the highest star in the sky, that brightest one by far, where men are humbled, and make little wishes, and heartfelt prayers on their knees – for you – that you might send if only your indelible look their way. You change lives. You change mine. You’re the magic in everything I think and feel and say. It’s always this way. You’re the very beat of my heart. Maybe a bit of a delay due to so much happening and on the way – but new posts by September 8, and, as always, hopefully sooner! You’re the most beautiful, the most magical, woman in the world. 🌟

❤️ You’re a goddess, and yet you’re modest. It’s such a wonderful thing about you. While others brag and show off, you offer so, so, SO much more, and yet you’re total class and even demure. It somehow makes what already shines brightest even brighter! Today’s a big day! A beautiful day! But, you know that! The beauty resounds through you! As for me, next post by Labor Day, or right thereafter! A new season! I’ll try to be more “normal” and not gush as much, and focus on other things … but let me slip in some fast gushing to celebrate a year of celebrating you that’s changed everything!! *Yay!* Your beauty plants trees and parts seas. It gets to the deepest part of me. It has such power, I just partake of it in deepest adoration, and it always lights each day. In a deep and in a very real way. Still lit by the look from the day before yesterday – – and all while she placed a finger on the finger – right on the very spot! – where a ring would be! *sigh* … 🌟 Perhaps deliberately, or unconsciously! Or, she just had an itch maybe! 😊 It’s a dream, but it’s that most sacred dream that sends ships off to sea. That one that inspires a guy to be that most extraordinarily best guy he can be. An adorable one-bedroom by the beach! At that most desirable island location by the strip. Just a little hideaway steps from the sand. It’s in the place I had pictured in my mind when writing about her cruising in the convertible under a lemon sun in summertime! Her fiery hair free to express in the breeze. Can’t you just see her there by the golds and blues? She seems protected by those hues; they’re in her very aura. Well, maybe on some vacation day in 2032! Why not? Imagination is free, and she does that to me: She sets me free! And I become the person I was meant to be. You inspire me to build, however large or little, piece by piece. You are the beauty in everything I see, in everything I find. I feel I should thank you, as you’re in the spirit of both the big and the littler things I do! So, … thank you! ☀️ Wishing all the magic you lend to me back into your days to share and to shine! Oh, wow, the way you shine!! 🌟 You inspire me all the time. ❤️ It’s heartfelt, even with the rhyme! … especially so! It’s when I’m in a state of bliss, just by the thought of you. A feeling that never goes away, it’s always new. But with a comfort that feels as old as time. What a strange and wonderful year. Thanks for allowing me to gush over you, and for being so kind and gentle about it. There’s a whole beautiful world in that look of yours. ❤️❤️

Ah!!! It’s a rare Monday morning to see her at 5:11! If you knew the all-encompassing thrill that comes over, that you give! You’re truly the most beautiful woman. You have more power in your fingertip than the ancient gods do in all their being. You’re the most beautiful thing – thing in the sense of *everything*. I know you are the most beautiful, even scientifically speaking! I’ve seen enough of a sample group of faces to determine an experiment (trying to recall my college statistics class here). But, of a vast vast group of faces, none has had your effect. You feel like home, even if it’s a home never visited. Because my heart opens right into my soul upon the sight of you, and I feel connected on every level. Capable of anything. And this warmth, this comfort, this protection, this love is in everything. Where it felt a dark still pond before you, it’s fountains and light bouncing off mist, creating prisms and rainbows when your face is seen. There really truly hasn’t ever been anyone so beautiful as you! I know it’s true. I feel it all the time, I mean it from the deepest part of my soul. Hoping your day is filled with that confidence of yours – that smile, those eyes that penetrate everything, that life of the party because your light is there, that letting go of anything that brings you sadness, and opening to parts that please your very soul. You’re magic! Thanks for letting me hitch a ride, and love you from afar, and build a life that is borne from your star. ❤️ East Village place, 9/8/19 Sunday. Bid going in. Seeing you resulted in the most magical year of my life. Hoping all in your world is as beautiful as you are ☀️