She walks in and as she passes by me, the scent of her perfume intoxicates me. She is soft and feminine; gold bangles adorn her wrists, and her countenance is graced by a beautiful necklace. She is loving and giving of herself; always endearing, always even tempered, slow to anger, and full of life. She is joyful; she is beautiful inside and out; a patient and loving mother who children adore and love. The tone of her voice is calm and peaceful as a valley stream, and her songs, beautiful as gold leaf. Her almond eyes are mysterious and entrancing. She is my friend; a queen that would never see her king fall. When we are gone our legacy of love will forever touch the world, and the remnants of our names will be eternally whispered; the depths and strength of our love spoken of like an ancient mystery. I could never replace her nor would I want to. Her long hair falls delicately and rests on the silhouette of her back; it is soft as silk, and dark as a raven’s feathers in the night’s sky. I stare at her in amazement and ponder…What can I do but smile?
She smiles back at me; I love her. I am deeply in love with her. She is my lady, and I care for her. I trust her with my life. In the morning when I go out she says a prayer for me, and when I return she kisses me gently and embraces me in her warmth. I’ve missed her, and it’s a joy to see her. We are forever connected, and if she were to cry, her tears would be my tears; and in her laughter, her joy is my joy. As night falls the moon is bright. I open a window to let in the cool night air. The moonlight shifts and reflects on her shimmering skin; her face and body are illuminated. She is gorgeous. I walk over to her; I want her. We kiss passionately, and our bodies and minds are intertwined as we experience the ardor of pure ecstasy. She falls asleep peacefully; I cover her with silk sheets. I sit up and reflect on our most intimate moments. Outside it begins to rain.