Seth Clearwater's POV
Gazing into her deep blue orbs, my brown eyes searched her blue eyes hungrily like I would never be able to look at her enough. She is by far the most ravishing, elegant and exquisite person to ever grace the Earth. Men desired her and women courted her friendship. If the gods are real, I told myself, then this girl was their masterpiece. This teenage girl was standing in front of me, a female of such breathtaking beauty that the forest seemed to have become airless emanating a bright golden glow that beautified everybody it fell upon. She had the most beautiful figure, the kind of figures that you find in a beauty magazine and long golden hair that fell past her ankles. She was even more beautiful than Edward, Rosalie, Nessie and Heidi that it stupefied me when my warm brown eyes glanced the hard square of her jaw, the soft curve of her pink lips that I longed to kiss passionately, perfect eyebrows and straight nose.
She was the neon sign for perfection.
To me, you are the sky and the clouds, the gentle rivers and the birds that sing. When our hands interlocked, I felt the smooth touch of your hand against mine, longed for a desire for more, remember the way that it sends electricity to spark my mind, body and soul. From the moment that we meet, I knew right there and then that she would be the one that I would spend my days thinking of, spending my nights dreaming about, hold when you cried, rejoice with when times are good. Every time the feeling of adoration for you gets deeper, more complete, more bewitching. There isn't a thing I wouldn't do to keep you safe; I would be your protector, lover and friend if she needed me to be. It was the dawn of the person I am today, the person I was destined to be. I would give up anything in the world for you.
She are the greatest treasure of my life, the one, the only one.
