This one time I saw the most beautiful woman. The last one I ever saw. Still I search, none compare by far.
Multi-faceted beauty, too powerful and overpowering – it brings a tough & strong man to his knee. Like deer in headlights. Stunned focus too great to ignore. Too many things about her appearance were perfectly in place, like a jigsaw everything was unique and set. Biology or aesthetics I am drawn to to her form.
It was more than this though.
Can eyes talk? Her eyes are a portal into a sweet dream. If they could speak they would murmur gentle delicate thoughts of kindness and mindful insights. A garden-full of soul, bright and clear.
This beautiful memory is a recollection of the most aligned symphony of form.
Such was her.