WHAT SHE WAS.

She was everything to me.
The mere thought or sight of her would envelop me in waves of joy and boundless love.
She was like an angel, wrapped in the divine aura of God.
She was beauty incarnate, the very essence of grace and splendor.
She was the light that illuminated my darkest heart, casting out shadows with her radiant presence.
She was the breath of air I needed to survive, the sustenance of my soul.
She was one in a billion, a rare Jem in a sea of ordinary stones.
She was like a poem penned by the Holy Spirit, every word imbued with sacredness and truth.
Her eyes stole my soul the moment I looked into them; I was mesmerized and lost, captivated by the constellation of stars within them. I could see the cosmos in her gaze.
 
She completed me.
She was my other half, my soulmate in every sense of the word.
Love? She was the embodiment of it, the living, breathing definition of unconditional affection.
She understood me without a single word, her silent wisdom speaking volumes to my heart.
How could someone be more perfect?
 
She could speak over my grave and watch me rise from the depths of death, her voice a beacon of resurrection.
She was the love of my life, the one who breathed meaning into my existence.
She was graceful, moving with an elegance that seemed otherworldly.
She was intelligent, her mind a garden of brilliant thoughts and profound insights.
She was talented, her every endeavor a masterpiece.
She was holy, a vessel of purity and sanctity.
She was ineffable, beyond the reach of mere words.