i love her

I love her fragrant hair with its flaxen strands that sweep backwards from a wide, clear forehead...and the ourly tendrils that form an intricate design upon her slim ne ck.

I love the way her eyes reflect the glory of a spring blue sky...and the way they curl and wrinkle at the corners when hor laughter is light and merry...they are a joy to my eye s and a balm to my senses...I love their depth when her mind is deep in thought...their crystal clearness when they are tranquil and serene and I love their intense quality when absorbing various matters of extreme importance...and when her emotions are aroused I love their expression best of all...the way they smoulder with mingled feelings and I can feel their warmth and bask in their tenderness...and the rays of light reflected from the shining soul within seem to reach towards...and find, with searching fingers, the very core of your heart. Her eyes tell of cleaness of spirit and goodness of soul and mind. They tell of loyal friendship and of a gentle nature...volumes of reading can be enjoyed through their ever changing lights and shadows.. from the quick response to another's sorrow...to their gay sparkle to another's nonsense...

I love her mouth with the flexible corners and the genuine smile that goes deep and sincere...and is void of mere surface qualities...and her voice that passes through smooth well-moulded lips, with a richness that is a delight to the ear and a caress to the soul. The same voice that can scale an octave; the higher keys in moments of gaiety..and then recede to the pit of her being in moments of stronger emotion.

The slender hands I love with their grace in motion and beauty in repose..the way they paint colorful pictures in the air with their expressive gestures...the fingers slim and warm with feeling, I truly love above all else..fingers that twine about yours in a firm clasp and the knowledge of sincere friendship that flows through me when the grip is close and true....

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Elva Ann Schmolke