Contrasting with others whose voices are alike kettles boiling, hers is sweet and flowy like honey. Face scrunching up as she rapidly types, searching a thesaurus for her perfect word. She captures all the beauty in the world through a few sentences. Talent and art has never found a truer definition. She takes pride in her work and cares for the simple things of life like seeing a silken multicoloured butterfly or a cold brooding moon. She sees positivity in the negativity. Her sleepy but affectionate, noticeably gentle tan eyes are deeper than a thousand oceans and ground me to her natural beauty. Her skin contains more warmth than a summer’s day in India. Her intelligence is incomparable, always with her button nose stuck in a well-read book. Glasses that frame her soft face. Wide-eyed and innocent, angelic and intense. Hair falling over shoulders, she gives the most wondrous smile, capturing more joy than could ever pass through a child's heart. Her movements are graceful and she walks with poised purpose. Her satin dress flows around her legs as she twirls in delight. Delicate and polite yet fierce and determined. She compliments and contradicts every supposed preposition as she takes my mind hostage. Night and day, I dream of her, though no figment of reality can truly capture her as she is in her purest form. No mountain, lake, river, nor cloud holds more dazzle or elegance- of that I am certain. She is beauty, grace, generosity, and kindness. This world doesn't deserve her. She is everything. Love has never meant anything until I met her. And yet, she will never know.
Ok, this is very cringy but I think we'd all like to be talked about like this someday.