Head To Toe

Even your hair is perfect. A color that most people would consider black but you and I both know that it's really a deep brown. That is, until you get to the lighter brown ends that brush so gracefully between your shoulder blades. I've never seen hair that could be so straight yet still have a hint of deep ocean waves.

Your forehead... The perfect start to your almost symmetrical face. It's one of my favorite places to kiss you. Right where you have a hint of those lines that form whenever you raise an eyebrow at me.
Eyebrows that are naturally curved yet you still insist on getting them done every once in a while.

Your eyes are unmistakable. They are almost perfectly round except for the slight slant that always causes people to ask you if you're mixed. You love being able to smile and decline. Oh how I love to gaze into your eyes and watch them gaze back. The maple brown color with streaks of green is one of a kind. Especially the gray stroke around your pupil that you don't even know is there. It's the most visible when you look out of the corner of your eye as if trying to see your own ear.

Ears that are rarely seen because they are constantly covered by the beginning of the gradient section of your hair. But I love to brush your hair back behind your ear because it always makes your nose curl up when you smile.
That very nose that wiggles whenever you sing along to your favorite songs, and flares whenever you laugh.

Your full, yet never overbearing, lips, that are never seen without 'MAC Tinted Lipglass' lip gloss, curve so beautifully around your ruler-straight teeth that have never seen braces. Teeth that are the brightest shade of off-white. They seem to be immune to the tinting effect of all the coffee that you drink in the morning.

Your cleft-free chin always feels so nice placed against my chest as you look up at me. It's like you are placing on display the previously described perfect face.

You love whenever I place my right hand on the left side of your neck and pull you closer to me.
Your statuesque shoulders seem softer than they should be. But I love the way they pillar down to your arms. Arms that you feel are too skinny. Of course, I disagree.

The way your body curves is reminiscent to that of the Greek goddesses. Your torso could be the prototype for what a woman is supposed to resemble. Everything from your slightly defined abdomen to the dimples in the small of your back are all structurally perfected.

Your slim waist was made to wrap my arms around. Talk about a perfect fit.
And the transition into your hips is like no other. Every pair of jeans that you own hug your hips and thighs as if they were designed specifically for you.

The slight switch when you walk is hypnotizing.
It's amazing how your legs can seem so long when you only stand at a mere 5'6". Or is that your height in heels? I can never remember.
You spend so much time in your heels, and it shows in your calves. The tone and definition of a track star with the grace of a model.

And finally your feet. You, like most girls, hate your feet. In fact, you hate all feet. But they're so tiny and cute. And don't sell them short. They have to be strong and regal to be able to hold up someone as poised as yourself.

You are a pillar of perfection and I will forever be in awe of your presence and grace. From your head to your toes.


Live, love & learn!
-The King