If I could capture your look in a moment, and be lost in you there, I’d never have a bad time of it again. Never a bad day. Your look is my heaven. Your face is my paradise. I could listen to you talk forever. And yet there’s another language, something deeper. I feel it beckoning me – this rapturous feeling that dances! – of something wonderful in the making. When I see you. I get this feeling in my heart like it’s breaking. A little aching, but it’s so warm all over and around. The way a muscle tears when lifting a heavy weight, and yet it heals back stronger. Oh, I could do this forever if you let me. With another it never feels the same. What’s lost is you. And the feeling is missing. Like shutting down the lights after dark in an amusement park. The magic is you. And when lost in you, something deep inside feels found. It feels forever since I saw you. And yet seeing you has never ended for me. I always remember your magnificent face. You’re a queen. You’re an empress. You’re a goddess. You’re a princess. You’re stronger than I could ever be. You were made to reach heights I’ll never see. None of it matters to me. I try to notch up a rung or two, but the only goal in it is to be closer to you. A little closer to your cloud. If only to get a better view. I wish I had tried harder. If I had known you existed, I would have been driven to rise up that ladder with such motivation. You’re the inspiration. Just in the chance of seeing you. The beauty of your look is I forget my thoughts about anything! I feel home and safe when I’m lost in you. I know it sounds silly, but I feel like it was something I was born to do. To simply adore you. All that came before was prologue to prepare me for these times. When I would see your face and hopefully there’s a word in the pile that finds you and elevates. Oh, any little thing that might lift your day. I’ve never felt this way before. You make me calmer. And gentler. And even philosophical, too! It’s not a bad life to love someone so much she’s always first in my heart. Loving without a goal. It doesn’t require any thought on my part. I quietly follow my heart, and it always knows what to do. And by then whatever pining has faded away. I’m so lost in the splendor of you. When times are tough, I close my eyes and I picture your face. It always works. I always feel calmer inside. You radiate so. You’re so beautiful I wish I had the words. You bring me to tears, more than I’ve ever released before. It’s hard to explain, but it’s a good kind of tears! It’s when you experience someone so beautiful as you, it becomes something sublime. You elevate. This otherworldly kind of thing that I can’t compare to anything. It only happens when I’m lost in your eyes. This familiar warmth I feel so deeply inside. My heart tears a little, and heals into something stronger. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. I’ll love you from a distance, if you allow it, and yet you’re always inside. There’s no distance at all! At least it feels that way sometimes. When I close my eyes, I see your face. You’re magical to me. I guess it’s something so simple, and yet it’s the ultimate feeling of all. The result is this gentle love I’m carrying, as light as rain falling in a meadow. And I’m gentler with anyone who comes into my view. How could I be upset when feeling so much love for you? I wouldn’t know what to do. I’m nobody too special. I’m not Beyonce or Mindy Kaling or John Krasinski, or anyone you might adore. And yet all I feel is special when you look my way. Inside I feel your star. Shining brightly and illuminating me. A gray day becomes sunny and storm clouds depart. Your energy! Your love is in my heart. When the look comes, in your way that is peaceful and serene, you look like royalty to me. Like in the ancient days when goddesses and gods spoke to queens. You have the inside scoop. A hand in the divine. You are so spectacularly beautiful in a sweater matching your hair. Hoop earrings finding refuge, nestled beneath your fiery hair. And it’s your face I can never forget. You speak through the ages, your features so perfectly placed. Poets could write sonnets about your lips, your cheeks and your nose! And it’s in your eyes where the fire resides. All my eyes see is you. I’m so happy inside when I do! These tears of joy. You’re the divine peeking through. Saying, “How do ya do? I always told you I was real.” And all this love comes pouring through. You’re the realest thing to me. I will love you this way forever, if you don’t mind it that I do. I’m so happy I got to see you today! It’s heaven for me. It always is. You’re someone safe and serene in a world that’s topsy-turvy and on its head. I feel grounded and protected, and something is restored so gently inside of me. And mostly I feel wonder. How can there be anyone so beautiful as you? I ask myself this question every day. You’re a sacred gift. You’re precious. You’re someone who is so deeply treasured. You’re magical to the point even magic itself steps aside in order for you to take your bow. You’re breathless sighs, and my mouthing a quiet “wow.” Every time you’re seen. I’ll adore you forever, if it’s okay with you. I’ll never not be there if you need me. My heart is always yours. On days you’re not seen, I close my eyes and I see you inside. I always feel better when I do. And, yet, there she is!! Here you are. And you look so beautiful today. ❤️