She's like a snowflake. Beautiful yet delicate. Too rough and she'll break. She glistens in the moon, her preferred time to awake. The light is a halo, bringing out the blue pools she calls eyes. I'm in awe, enraptured by her existence. She calls it a burden; I call it a blessing. She's the one. One I have been praying for, one that I could only dream of, and one I now promise to protect. She's scarred. Her fears consume her, slowly disappearing with every kiss and muttering of "I love you and I'll never leave you."