She Is Beautiful...

When she wakes up, as the slither of the light glimmers on her newly opened eyes and the first smile of her day emerges she is beautiful.
When she showers, as the warming water drips from her and suds trail over her skin she is beautiful.
When she drives, as she sighs over light changes and she observes the other drivers on the road she is beautiful.
When she complains, as her tone nags at me and I think of scratching chalkboards she is beautiful.
When she answers her phone, as her voice smiles to the caller and she asks them how they are she is beautiful.
When she cooks, as she chops and when she checks on what I am doing she is beautiful.
When she sits with me, as her body and her legs are resting on me and her arms are tangled amongst mine she is beautiful.
When she talks to me, as her mouth moves and her gentle accent spills around me she is beautiful.
When she listens to me, as her eyes follow mine and her interested she brings her forward to me she is beautiful.
When she doesn't listen to me, as her eyes wander the room and I feel the lightness of her grasp she is beautiful.
When she sleeps, as her breathing slows and deepens and the movement of her chest is rhythmic she is beautiful.