Eyes that are as blue as the ocean and as dark as the secrets they hide.
Hair that blows in the wind like floods from a roaring tide.
Hands that are soft like the petals of bright, Sunflowers in early June.
A voice that rises beyond the clouds and meets the sun at noon.
Ears small, but full of words that lifted off the pages of books.
Feet that know the way to adventure and follow the shadows of crooks.
Dreams that had fallen as a star and drifted with snowflakes through the trees.
A heartbeat so powerful it projects the sound of a thousand rowdy bees.