The Sun graced her face as if the Gods had taken a geometry class and mapped out the direct angle for it's light to hit it.
The light hit her eyes. Those angelic eyes. The eyes that showed him wisdom, strength, courage. The eyes that made his heart melt in almost a sinful way, yet he could not shun away the desire that it brought. The eyes that could not compare to the Sun.
The light hit her smile. Her smile was the most dazzling of them all. There was no 6,000 dollar story behind her pearly white, nearly straight teeth. Just pureness, and the Sun knew that.
The light hit her lips. Her alluring lips. The curve of her cupids bow reminding him of a roller coaster ride that he used to ride over and over again as a kid just for the experience. They were plump and slightly chapped, freckles outlining them. The Sun gave her lips a red color, as if they had been graced before.
The light touched her. That's really all that mattered. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever met before. The light displayed her beauty, her kindness, her strength, her courage, her uniqueness, but most of all, her weakness:
Him.
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