My Girl

As beautiful as the purple flush of dawn, loveliness broke on me like some rare flower, eyes like mountain water that overflowing on a rock, as bright as a blazing star, brilliant and as hard too, as electric light. Her voice rang like a bird-call through her rustling fancies, words sounding like wavelets on a summer shore, beautiful pearls of wisdom slip from her mouth without even knowing, smile flashed over her face, like sunshine over a flower, looked like the picture of a young rapt saint, lost in heavenly musing. Her hair dropped on her pallid cheeks, like sea-weed on a clam, lips are tremulous as brook-water is, laugh is like a rainbow-tinted spray, cheeks as soft as July peaches, her sweetness halting like a tardy May. She is calm like a mountain brooding o'er the sea, her breath upon my cheek like a perfumed air, our love is pure as the snowy leaves that fold over the flower's heart, sweet as a summer night without a breath, my love for her is like the sovereign moon that rules the sea. She always gave me a surprised look, like a child catching an older person in a foolish statement.