Everybody notices.
Yes, they do. When we were together I couldn't help but notice the many looks she got, both from friends, strangers and family members. Yes, everybody certainly noticed. And I was caught in as well, oh dear was I but a mere fish dreaming of her great oceanrain. Her skin was as soft as the silky webs of the insides of white lilies, and her hair smelled like fruitful gardens with river streams, great trees bowing in dry wind carrying wonderfully delicious fruits with a scent that could carry you away t0 higher skies with just one bite of it's flesh. Yes, so sweet was the smell of her hair, wavering in the wind, caressing her back with it's golden threads. And her eyes... oh God, her eyes.
Ever since the first time I saw those eyes - yes, from the moment I caught but a small glimpse of them - I knew that look would follow me to eternity.
Yes, she was indeed beautiful, beatiful as a thousand suns beaming towards you. And everybody noticed. The light, the music of her muscles operating, her footsteps claiming their way in this world. I felt intoxicated when I was with her. I could never understand that this wonder, this being, that she felt my prescence as being delightful or perhaps soothing. That she felt comfortable about having me with her. Everything felt unreal when I was with her, and it was only in the shorts moments, where I was able to direct my attention at something else, that I was able to see how many eyes she caught. I didn't blame them, no, no, not at all. No, I was rather one of them, being but a spectator to the presence of this unearthly beauty. Therefore, I did not judge them, and carried no prejudices towards the people we met along our way. I was merely amazed by the impression she had on people, the way that everyone changed around her. Everyone became their best... and somehow, the world just wasn't as beautiful when she weren't there. The human kind are not what they used to be... and when I wasn't with her, I was - from time to time - overwhelmed with the horrible behaviour of so many people. It appears to me as if they've forgotten what this world is... and the beauty of it all.
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