No words could paint the purifying beauty that holds a piece of my soul, but I will try to be so eloquent as her.

Her cherub face keeps my lifeline rooted in childhood and make-believe adventure.

Her smile, the one I know to be hers, someone familiar, lovely, safe, and fun—a home I long to return to.

The hair that frames the face I hold dear, it ignites my soul with the scent of the other half of my coin.

Those flawless eyebrows that wiggle and giggle with such merriment and fancy, leave one lost in a trance.