She isn’t just sweet —
she’s beautiful in a quiet way,
soft in presence,
loud in meaning.

Her smile doesn’t just shine —
it lingers,
speaks,
says more than words ever could.

At first, it was my eyes —
they saw her.
Then my mind —
it wondered,
it wandered,
it stayed.

But my heart…
my heart fell for her
in the way love truly happens —
not with logic,
not with sight,
but with something deeper.

Like Shakespeare once said:
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”

And so it was with her —
I didn’t choose it.
Love chose me.
And it chose her.