She was his dream

Her brilliance bristles

And her aura radiates

In his eyes,

She was the representation

Of all that is beautiful

And her loving, caring nature

Set her apart from the other self obsessed women he knew,

She was an angel in his eyes

And he yearned to be with her

But knew she was a free spirit,

Which was what he believed made her so amazing,

So vital, so alive,

She was grace and bliss personified

And as such a dream

And manifestation of spiritual perfection.

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