“Loving a girl who’s taller than me (She’s 5’10”), has the prettiest blue eyes, the most beautiful smile, and blonde hair. We’ve been dating for over 2 months now.”

She stands above the crowd—a willow, swaying  
At five foot ten, all sunlight, laughter, grace—  
And I, whose head beneath her chin is staying,  
Find wonder in the angles of her face.  

Her eyes, cerulean lakes that catch the morning,  
Reflect a world I never knew before,  
A brightness with the hush of spring adorning  
Each ordinary moment more and more.  

Her hair, a field of golden wheat at harvest,  
Cascades against the shoulder of my dreams.  
She moves like gentle music—quiet, farthest  
From any earthly thing I’ve known, it seems.  

And in her smile, the room grows soft and tender;  
The corners of the night curve into dawn.  
For months now (how these weeks stretch out and render  
How true affection grows and lingers on),  

I find my heart belongs to every starlit  
Conversation, every brave “hello.”  
Though shorter by a step, I’ll gladly admit  
Her love has taught me just how tall I’ll grow.

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