She.

By Annelise

She lives a life which gives others a little bit of their own back. She filles them up with the kindness of her soul. If encouraging words are honey, her heart is full with a thousand combs, each filled to the brink. She would make all the bees in the world jealous. The light in her eyes, the streaks of copper and golden depth, like the last rays of sun on the warm earth. Comfort if there ever was a person. Those eyes let you in. They tell you that whatever is within you, your soul, your mind, it is exactly as it should be. Imperfections seem to be stars on the scape of our bodies, each claiming us as different from the next. Such beautiful galaxies she makes them seem. The kind of laughter you could never get sick of hearing, the kind that makes you feel like you’re truly funny and you want nothing aside from creating that magic again. Seeing the smile spread, the giggle, the head tilt back as eyes crinkle closed, and finally, the laughter spilling out and covering you, intoxicating you, filling your soul. You can’t help but close your eyes too, squint them closed as you give up control of your smile and let the moment take you. Laugh, and laugh, and laugh. There is no care for tomorrow. She just is that way. She just lives that way. I wonder if she knows the hold she has on all of us...

How wonderful it is to have someone like you.

---