Beautiful

Call her beautiful, because thats what she is.

With that I almost didn't want to write another word for that says everything I feel. She is beautiful so I let her know. To think she is beautiful is to think she is perfect. Only one person can see another as beautiful. The word means something far beyond the physical appearance. It means you seem perfection in imperfection, harmony in chaos. How the heart replaces the eyes so you see something else, or what something truly is. For she is beautiful, I see her with my heart. I don't not feel her at my side, I feel her within me. Her life and her heart beat with mine. Because everytime my heart beats I feel her.