Can something that seems simple be complex?

She is beautiful, soft, defined, and (when I look in her mind) remarkable.

An alabaster thought traced in my feelings.

I watch her, even when I'm not looking, and see someone genuine.

My eyes are tired and their colors are blurred.

However, her beauty is as clear as the beating of my heart.

Breathtaking!

I wonder if she realizes her magnificence, or is this her mystery in life.

I fear, if she knew, that she would sit on the top shelf between the Mona Lisa

and The Last Super... out of reach.

But then I relize where I am... relaxing next to this perennial angel.

I close my fright, relax, and talk to this epiphany.