IWaV: Alexander-Paradise

Paradise tis more a feeling of poetry than e'er it tis a place.  For it is the memory of laughter racing over green pastures down to gentle bubbling brooks to play in the waters.  It is the tranquil wonder of the beauty and might of a cascading falls towering high above alone within the never-ending forests, dwarfing the trees in its solitary power.  It is diving into the cool, inviting waters of spring or falls and lavishing in the loving caress of the blanketing liquid all around.  It is a sun-filled day in dappled gardens where flowers bloom and birds sing.  It is a star-studded night dancing close and quiet as only two can.  Paradise is a magic.  And it resides, I ensure, in a form most enamoring.  For to me above all else paradise has found its definition in a petite frame.  Paradise wears boundless curling tresses that fall in sweeping cascade when set free to frame two scintillating crystalline eyes.  Painted lips are pert and plush, as a source of all things sweet and wonderful.  She sings as a siren enchanting men with her power but it is no cruel fate to fall bewitched to her.  Her voice is more grand than they say belongs to the angelic choirs.  Her kiss is a nectar of life on which e'ermore I might thrive if only to be left breathless each moment it was gifted me.  She is demure, quiet, tempered.  She is a dove.  She is a blossom.  She is a gem, the diamond amongst the ruff.  She is mine goddess.  For she is more powerful than she might know.  A savior of light in times grown most dark.  For tis that not what paradise truly is to one and all?  It is that sanctum of which we doth find and e'er wish to stay.  It is where we retreat when the everyday becomes frighteningly mundane.  When reality numbs us with the ever constant din of passing time.  When it is that we become heartsick and longing for release, for freedom and rejuvenation.  We rush headlong to these places where it is our hearts have found connection.  We go whence we must to feel alive again, refreshed and birthed anew.  We become stronger, youthful and joyous.  Our wings doth spread and the air against our faces plays with childish glee.  We cannot help but smile and breathe deep.  And oh, how it is that I breathe deep with her.  To take in her scent, to relish in the feel of her within mine arms.  At how two might become so close in such perfected way as if ever they were meant to be one.  Her delicate fingers are soothing and exciting all at once.  Her every definition is a wonder to me, leaving me in complete awe of her.  Though she sees it not.  I can only pray that one day, through my devout love, through my return to her, that she will come to fully understand how much it is that she truly is.  How she tis mine heaven, my nirvana here in the waking world of this life.  How she is my sanctum and a true paradise to be beside her.  One day I shall take her to laugh in babbling brooks, dance in shallow streams, bathe in waterfall's mist, traverse towering and ancient forests.  To sing in blossoming gardens where she fits as the most beautiful of all flowers.  To dance under the moonlight where her ivory skin will glow with the unearthly entrancement of her.  For she, in all her glory, tis mine paradise wherever it is that we might be so long as it is near to one another we might remain.  Paradise is a lady, and she is mine.