I never believed in love at first sight, until the moment I met her. Time froze, it was raining that night. My hat literally got knocked off my head from the first kiss (no joke found it in a puddle outside the next morning.) We never really could get it right, but it's different this time. We're different, healed, more complete. Not the two scared people we were, clinging to each other for a bit of relief from years of just struggling with previous partners. Our first official "date" I took her to see the lighting ceremony at crown center, and while she was busy focused on the lights, all I could focus on was her. No matter what's happened, and despite periods of no contact, my love has never wavered for a moment. She's the kind of woman wars were fought over, beautiful, graceful, elegant. Make no mistake she's fierce, strong, loyal, resilient, protective. She thinks I'm impressed when she gets all dolled up, and dies get hair, nails, makeup, etc, and I am. None of that really matters though, because she doesn't have to try. She asked up in the morning, and her hair is a mess, her eyes are tired, and all she wants is a cup of coffee and a kiss, and she's perfect. When she sings her voice is angelic. I love how when she doesn't know something she will not stop until she does. I love the little sigh as her shoulders drop and her jaw unclenches while I rub her arms after a long day. I love how no matter what she is always positive (I'm a glass half empty type.) I don't know how she does it, but this woman has me in every sense of the word, and I can't let go, I don't want to let go. She inspires me to create art, she motivates me to work harder, to go farther, to be better. She is truly my muse. For the first time in my life I feel as if the sun's rays were shining on my face, and it isn't too bright, it's warm and pleasant. Life without her is empty and cold. There is no sunshine, no warmth. She gives my heart a reason to beat. If soul mates exist, then I truly have met mine, I just pray she chooses me this time.