You are the sweetest fruit in the orchard.
You are the bluest sky on early October day.
You are like the refreshing ocean surf that surrounds the Hawaiian isles.
Your grace is like the Doe that leads her fauns through the swaying fields of wheat.
To be in your presence if like drinking from a glass filled with our well water after laboring in the summer sun ... and your beauty exceeds the fall colored hills that surround our house. ...
Your smile is like a gentle breeze that invigorates the weary souls.
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