Is This Love?

Her emerald eyes glistened releasing the flawless oceans of her soul as the sun beamed down upon her. Her skin glowed a soft golden bronze that stole the strength of the gods and oh her smile, the angels had set a smile on that sculpture they must have obsessed over for centuries, her full delicate lips spread gentle creases on her cheeks that reached beneath your pride and made you know the truth from lies. The breeze sculpted her silken hair to curls that shone beyond despair. Beneath them, on a silver chain, sat a jealous diamond and a dress that danced with glee as it gripped her tight, unto toes which burrowed down out of sight.