Wife To Be

Soft and gentle, elegant like a sheet flowing in the wind. Her body twirls and swirls in her bare feet. Frolicking like a little girl, flowers in her hair and a warm smile on her face. She motions me to join her in dancing with the sun. I pause not wanting this moment to pass. The way the sun shines through her hair. The curves of her body, voluptuous and tantalizing. Her smile, so powerful and warm. The way she moves to a rhythm only she can hear. If I was to tell her how utterly captivating she is, she would blush and disagree. Oblivious to the masterpiece I see in front of me everyday. The way she laughs, the way she talks, the little things that make her unique. I wish to capture each and every one and catalog it into a book somehow. Then maybe she will finally see what I see. I pause for just another moment, knowing if I wait too long her smile will dip to a frown, wanting to etch this picture into long term memory. At last  I grab her hand, twirling her into an embrace. She feels just as good as she looks, locked into my arms. I inhale her scent, a smell forever seared into my brain. For a moment I stare deep into her eyes, gazing into her soul. A soul perfect and heavenly. A soul much like the vessel that carries it. Precious, exquisite and rightfully cherished. How blessed I am for her heart belongs to me.