You know her by heart. You feel her by nature. There’s this gentleness to her. Like a living breathing flower. You could catch her in a freeze frame – literally any one will do, and you’ll be mesmerized for hours. She inhabits untold emotion, so many divinations of expression. Each can change over the twenty-four frames in a second. A picture is worth a thousand words, and you’re afraid yours will never do. You catch her in a moment. And she is so breathtaking she leaves you speechless. Her smile it intoxicates. The feeling she provides! It’s in the way she casts her eyes. It’s in her smile. Something that feels like approval in the way she nods her head. You feel so new and utterly freed inside. Like Leo – *DiCaprio*, that is, in the movie “Titanic.” And she’s Kate – – well, ahem, *Winslet*, I should cover! You’ve read it’s the movie that embarrasses grown men because it publicly made them cry. And people have tried to figure out why, and they theorize. They say it’s because they attach to Leo because of his ambition to follow love where it goes. In a world of rules, that’s not often how it goes. It all goes to her. Take her away and there’s nothing to say. There’s nothing to do. Except to continue the memory. And to honor her. Because she can never go away. She’s too good to be true. Like an angel you saw once, and you repeatedly tell the story. You know others might not grasp it, and yet you keep at it. Because she deserves it. The world needs to know of her, and the story is retold through generations. Her head slightly tilted, her expression perhaps one of longing. Well, you can’t be sure, but what’s there is so rich and expansive a view. So you take it in, in parts. Jade earrings and you’re unjaded. Blue and black sweater dress down to her boots. Her eyes so delicate, she is such a source of wonder. The shape of her face, the softness of her cheeks. Oh, she’s just so perfect, and you can’t find the words. You could study other faces deemed to be beautiful by the masses, but, as for you, well, you simply don’t find it there. And, with her, you find as beautiful as they are, it doesn’t really matter the color of her eyes, or the shade of her lustrous hair. There’s *so* much to see, and it’s all so overwhelming. Yet when you meditate on her, you find it’s not really coming from there at all. You can go back and look at all the faces we are told are most admirable. And you might agree some are aesthetically pleasing, but something really big is missing there. Like the iceberg that struck the Titanic, they only saw the tip. And those other faces are tips. Ice chips, floating on the sea. Pretty as they may be. Appealing, so they say, you can sail right past them with ease. But that mammoth iceberg that represents what is behind *her* eyes, that’s the bigger-than-life thing that resonates with all you’re feeling inside. You *feel* it. You feel it so deeply. That other thing is like that story of the person who cheats, with someone deemed attractive, and the person ultimately says, “It felt empty.” But what she has will sink your ship!! You’re minding your own business and you slam into it!! There’s a *world* with her. Inside of her and all about her. It just so happens the face of it is the most beautiful girl you have ever seen. And that’s only the front door! You feel her in your heart. She gives you more. And those thoughts that bring you down, well, they simply go away. Simply by looking at her. The heart doesn’t need words. You just know you care. For her. There’s this warmth you can’t shake. It starts in your heart, and it comes from her eyes. But now you feel this warmth in your chest that spreads all over you. It calms you. So gentle and unjudging. And you swear that it’s her. That what you’re feeling is her soul, communicating through. And there’s this whole other conversation going on. And unlike the names and the topics of the day, this place has an eternalness about it. It’s not going away. It’s always here. She’s always there. In your mind and in your being. Whatever storms are going on, you know what’s really there. Behind every cloud there is the sky and sun. You can look past the words of the day to see what’s really going on. Like when they say if you want to see God in others, you look past the mask to see the soul behind. With her, it’s so easy. She’s divine on either side! She’s where you find your respite. In a world that’s loud, and when thoughts are louder, she’s a quiet room where you restore. And get back to where you are home. You feel you understand her, and she understands you, too. Not with words, it’s just this place you commune. You know her gentleness. You know her beauty. You feel her. It’s a deeper set of eyes that sees her. And there is something profound that occurs. You’re carrying that feeling now. Her love behind the eyes. Her magnificent eyes! It’s something you treasure. It doesn’t say ‘maybe,’ ‘not now,’ ‘maybe someday’ or ‘never.’ It’s that place that feels like home. Where you can leave your shoes on. Or take them off as you please. You’re already in it, you’re already there. You can surrender, you’re here! There’s nowhere to go. Let go of your cares. And you care for her. She is a goddess. She’s the dream. She’s all of those things. You know her by heart. You feel her by nature. Even if you never touch her hand, this love isn’t going anywhere. It’s always here. ❤️