Her face,
a sudden strike —
a brilliance so pure it burns the retinas of wonder,
carving astonishment into the bone of memory.
Imagine the first ears to catch lightning's roar —
a crack of sky splitting itself,
raw, loud enough to shatter silence,
to ignite awe in the hollows of ancient chests.
So too, when you look upon her —
that boom of magnificence,
that shivering voltage of splendour,
as if beauty itself declared war on monotony,
the air never still again,
the heart never silent again.
