The intensity to which her carefully selected words speak turns my thought into a new channel.
Convoluted was my mind but inclined it was to learn her simplicity
And I dare not speak of her comeliness - the finely cut face to which the seven seas glisten in the warmth of her eyes. Her profile alone speaks volumes about the radiance of the moon in her smile; and also about my glimpses casted like wishes in a wishing well.
When she talks about all that fascinates her, her pupils dilate.. And - and I remember every word she says.