Divide

She is gorgeous.

Her red luscious lips leave your imagination plummeting towards a sweet sea of faith and hope. And as fast as how a ripple travels through the surface of water in a glass will be the velocity of the divine waves of your admiration through that sea - and from there sparks an unexplainable feeling inside you.

Her deep brown eyes leave your own set of vision peaking into a different dimension where your consciousness blacks out and your thoughts endlessly fall into infinity - the infinity beyond her eyes. It constantly perplexes you when she blinks her eyes yet it consequently bedazzles you into tranquility.

Her straight black hair leave you extremely confounded - as if every strand of her hair is an uncertainty that leads to nowhere but everywhere. And that uncertainty is defined as your intense admiration for her. And when the wind blows you realize you're blown away by how stunning her beauty is.

And when she looks at you and smiles, the world liquefies into some sort of a cosmic vessel and everything seems to flow down. You, as an insignificant piece of cosmic dust, swirl in serenity, drift with the waves of fate - and your hope transfigures into a runaway train hoping that someday it would stop by her heart, and you really really really hope that she would board it.

She is exquisitely beautiful.

But the one thing that would surpass all these attractions would be something quite definitely indefinite:

Who she is.

All that awe would then be reversed and all that admiration would be condensed into one single word:

Love.