she is a babe. a sparkling gemstone, not untouched by the world but polished by the sands and the rocks and the wind. she laughs easily and always carries the twinkling stars in her eyes. she is a truth teller, what comes forth from her lips are things solid and divine and gritty, they come from that place where secrets are kept and memories are cherished and things are remembered from long ago. she knows her worth, she is aware of her presence, she is unapologetic of who she is yet she leaves space for me to change her, she leaves space for anything to change her, she is fluid she is quick she is ever-moving and ever-present. she reaches to touch me when she passes by, she grabs my hand in the grocery store aisle, she puts her hand on my knee under the table, she steals kisses in the light of day and reminds me of the lovely things of night. she carries the weight of the world on her shoulders, if only to remind herself of why she is here, why she is happy, why she is the luckiest girl who ever lived and how she is not content to unload the burden without that, without thought without progression without change without heart without love without hope. she lights up the world with her smile her dreams her passion, even her tears light the flame which burns brightly in her soul, for she is alive in every moment. she courts me she buys me dinners she is happy to choose for me but she lets me choose dessert she offers her arm on a walk she looks me in the eye as she touches her wine glass to mine she enjoys every flavor every scent every visual element. she lets me treat her like a lady. as i pull her close and tuck her into my nook, i feel her relax and exhale the day. she allows me to see her clearly, not just see her but feel her, her hand on my arm, her cheek on my shoulder, her hair brushes my neck, the pumping of blood and life and warmth flowing through her. her skin smells like the rain, like the wind on my face, like a bulb before it blooms. she cares deeply for me, as i do for her, she understands who i am, why i am, where i am. she sees no wrong in my sensitivities, my emotions, my desires, my dreams. she loves me for those things, not despite them. she doesn’t say im weird; she notices I’m different but she does not constantly point out these things. she appreciates them and loves me for them. she finds pleasure in them. she respects me, and she demands my respect. she’s held out for the kind of love i can give her, and she appreciates it when it comes along. she knows what shes getting herself into, and though cautious at first, once she knows im not going anywhere she dives right in with the same enthusiasm that i have. she teaches me things without mentioning it, without even realizing it. she speaks my love language. she genuinely enjoys my company, my goofiness, my humor, my love, my joy, my childlike curiosity. she accepts me the way i am, without questioning or readjusting. she would never scoff or patronize.
her loyalty is indisputable and steadfast.
she is consisitent in her kindness and spontaneous in her affections.
she is pure sparkling bubbling joy.
she is calm peaceful relaxation.
she is a question i asked and answered simultaneously, a kindred mutual understanding.
she is a babe.
she is my babe.
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