The Diamond of My Heart

At a glance, her beauty, so exquisite, her personality captivating. Her voice drifts like the sweet fragrance of a gardenia in bloom. Her touch rolls like distant thunder through my body. At the sight of her beauty my heart races at the speed of light. When I am with her nothing else seems to matter. Sometimes I wish this moment could remain forever, time standing still, its movement never ending. It feels like a dream I would never want to wake from. Is it real, or only a dream? Do I wake from it— or surrender quietly to the moment?