He was the world, and she was the heaven.
She was composed of stardust, and it worshipped her beauty.
Her footfalls produced a rhythm that was completely extraordinary.
Her voice filled the entire space with song, and every word she uttered sounded like an orchestra playing from heaven.
Each of the elements that combined to make her a comely person were flawlessly crafted, leaving no trace of her imperfections.
He observed her soul dancing with such grace that it seemed as though she was the light.
He was the dust of stars that adored her.
He was the ground she tread.
He tuned in to her voice as though it were the best music he had ever heard.
Her imperfections were concealed and obliterated in his gaze, leaving just beauty.
She was dancing with his soul.
He was the earth, and she was an angel, created in heaven, that he was unable to reach.
