“You are…” I paused at this because my mouth always moved so much faster than my thoughts. I was so overwhelmed that I couldn’t find the words to suffice. Each time you came into my eyes I would become tongue tied. It was as if eloquence was lost. It was as if two different people were in control of my mind. The writer also did most of the speaking. He saw you and began a mad scramble to compliment you while mumbling possible ideas, but the other, the ones who’s heart was tied with mine, he was so stunned that he could barely breathe. He quickly grabbed the writer, pointed his head towards you and said, “Shut up and look.” To this, both were left gaping at the beauty and loveliness while trying to absorb all of you that they could.
Here-in was the problem. See, the writer stopped writing. He stopped his normally uninterrupted production of quips, satire, profundity, and otherwise inspiring and encouraging words so that he could stare. All you got was, “You are…” followed by a dumbfounded look of complete adoration and captivation.
Your spirit is vibrant and bright and you bring joy and laughter into my life. You are gentle and kind and have so much undiscovered potential bubbling and bouncing across your every ambition, dream, and hope. You are the embodiment of the thoughts and images of peace serenity so captured when I dream of the hills and meadows of another world. You are the home atop those hills and you are the heartbeat of the wind that blows the grass and flowers. You have the breath of God within your voice and the light of Christ behind your eyes. You are a daughter of the king, a princess.
You are… my princess of the meadows.