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She's quite beautiful, you know.
The way she smiles at me, her perfect, graceful movements, the curve of her smile...every move she makes speaks worlds to me.
I hope to capture some tiny spark of her essence in my paintings, but I know that that nothing can possibly compare to her in all her breathtaking splendor.
She's smiling at me now, laughing at one of my jokes.
I love her smile.
She took my breath away with one smile and I never want it back.
Two figures lay in the grass, looking at the stars. The first was tall, with perfectly straight, shiny hair of a peculiar silver color. The second was smaller than the first, more delicate, with a mass of golden hair that swirled about her face.
The pair laughed and pointed at the stars.
And there, see? Cyndia pointed at a curve of twinkling lights. That is Pegasus.
The silver-haired one beside her shifted. I see it now. he laughed. He glanced at Cyndia. he breathed.
She turned her eyes away from the heavens to rest on the hazel eyes of her love. No longer paying attention to the sky, he leaned in close and caught her lips gently in a kiss.
"Incapable of more, replete with you"
Sonnet 113
Soft sounds of a brush on canvas were the only noises that disturbed the perfect silence of the room. Pegasus had propped up the surface against the largest wall in his home, for it was to be a masterpiece.
Gentle hands touched his shoulders, and he didn't need to look to see who it was. Hello, beloved.
She placed a soft kiss on his cheek, and traced a graceful finger along his arm as she sauntered to the window seat.
He stole a glance at Cyndia, resplendent in a long purple gown. How long do you want me to sit here for today? she asked.
As long as you wish, was his reply.
I could stay here with you until the world came to an end. She settled into the proper place and smiled faintly.
Pegasus smiled back and continued painting. He felt pure, unadulterated joy.
Nothing could get better than this.
