Mirror Mirror

Seeing her. For the first time. I think she is beautiful. For the first time I see her quirks and her flaws as stunning. Her medium cut sunset blonde hair which fades into the colour of a gold lion. She is powerful. And I am seeing her for the first time.

Her eyes are that of a crystal blue that sometimes fade to green under the sunlight, her face a mural. I think she is beautiful. All of her anxieties and her insecurities have suddenly faded.

Her lips a near twin to those on Nicole Kidman, yet they seem to smile more. Her teeth a pearly white and somehow resembles her father’s. That smile can put sunshine on a rainy day, it can bring richness into an empty heart and her light warm laugh is all you want to hear after a long days work.

The curves of her hips sway and dance with the light flowing fabric of her blue floral dress. Her chest covered with a perfect arc of the dress and a simple necklace that means a lot in sterling silver dangles from her delicate graceful neck. Infinity. It rarely comes off.

Her earrings are just as simple and light also in silver but they tend to dance and twinkle in the dim light room.

Her legs peak out from her dress, smooth and toned. She is everything and she knows her worth. She stands nearly prideful, but her delicate and nurturing nature shines through her outside beauty. Her genorosity never prevails. I see her standing in the doorway and I cannot look away. The past traumas and experiences make her into who she is. For the first time she is not ashamed of the person she is. Her eyes glide across the room and she spots the man that made her look at herself and confidence radiates.

She sees his dimples near his lips and his kind forest green eyes that sometimes reminds her of summers by the lake. His chestnut coloured hair is slicked back and his beard is trimmed down and well cared for.

His broad shoulders were beautifully squared off in his suit it is almost like he was a swimmer. His forehead barely showed signs of him being older than her; a lucky trait. His laugh was recognizable she could easily pick him out of the crowd. His resounds throughout the room like a childhood friend that never changed. He is gorgeous.

His nails are absolutely meticulous and yet never touched by a manicurist. He loves simple pleasures in life like a blossoming flower or a sunset with clouds in the distance bringing out colours and wonders. He is so wonderful and has a great outlook on everything he has lived through even with his shadows following him, but as time wears on the more they fade. His straight smile takes away the pain of those around him. He reminds others that life is an exciting journey and to love it with all the potential it holds. He is gorgeous.

They look at each other is awe. This is love. The room stands still or at least slows down and they are the only ones there. They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, they don't tell you is that when the moment ceases it starts again, it moves at light speed fast to catch up…

When their lips finally kiss, it seems like they’ve shared every living secret between them creating an infinite symbol.

They look at each other and then back at me. I am the mirror and I show beauty and what it could be, but when it exists. I show you a true reflection.