. . . . sometimes curly, sometimes straight. light to dark and dark to light. her hair changes upon season and mood. eyes shine, glimmer like diamonds. she’s a springtime song, thawing out the winter’s chill. her face, smooth and delicate. her silence says a thousand words, her tone soft and angelic. her presence, like soft falling snow, graceful and quiet. the elegance, the beauty, outshines the sun on any given day. when her smiles make an appearance, my heart becomes weak, and falls again. her skin, creamy; glowing. her heart, caring and giving. a dedicated humanitarian, her modesty might say otherwise. a seeker of truth, dwelling within the words. a wonderful mother, a juggling between life’s acts and little wonders. a wife that only a man can dream of. wishful thinking to my reality. she is a symphony in life. a rock upon which i can lean on. a friend no one can be. the best. you are. you are more than these words, more than what my painting can say. you are the essence of my desire. oh, my love!, my heart longs when you are away!, and when you are within these arms, i beg for forever!