Her eyes sparkled
like jasmine,
and her hair shone in the radiant light
as if she was more than his leader, his 'mother'
She was like the first breath of Spring,
otherwise unknown,
full of a new kind of vibrancy
Hestia was her name
that shone like gentle campfires,
and awed something deep in his throat
that got caught so often by her
He loved her
more than he'd have ever guessed.