Love

She’s a story.
Each eye is a different volume
Each hand is a different page
Each facial expression it’s own chapter
And how could you not read it out loud?

She’s a song.
Her words a perfect melody
Her steps a steady beat
Her laugh a beautiful harmony to everything around her
And how could you not sing along?

She’s a painting.
With a face beautifully drawn
With a figure perfectly sketched
With a smile that’s simply angelic
And how could you not display her?

She’s a poem.
The lines are her thoughts
The rhymes are her actions
The times can’t change her significance
And how could you not remember her?

She’s a masterpiece.
She’s perfect.
She’s love.