She is grace.
It transpires without effort within the flowing rhythm of her heart.
She is unacquainted with the dictionaries definition of grace, which is bound and emotionless within the confines of a book.
Her grace is a feeling far more than bold print, and practiced words.
Her image inspires my heart.
A bud to a blossom in a flick of the wrist.
She is a sigh of the spirit.
She is a breath from the soul into flesh.
And my eyes and my heart are in awe.