I look into her eyes and all I see is beauty.
I look into her soul, see the hand of God, and know that He is real.
I see how she acts and know I am loved.
No other is her equal when compared to those ladies of my past.
She is a star to their candle flame, which can be blown out with a mere breathe.
What makes her find happiness is the same that makes me happy.
What causes her fear causes me fear.
Then we both see God and know that His hand brought us together.