She lives in freedom. She has passion in her eyes. Her heart leads her in the direction she chooses to go. Each step she takes with dignity and devotion; effortlessly, she glides, as though she is not stepping at all.
She tosses her hair out of her face. It blows over her shoulder, revealing her eyes.
You are captured.
The journey begins as she leads you through a trance. It could last a moment; it could last a lifetime, but her impact is engraved forever.
She engulfs you in her love through her soothing voice, gentle touch or perhaps merely her presence. In her eyes you are lost, yet found simultaneously, completed in some way, left feeling soothed and content.
In her eyes I see the places she has been and the person she has become. I see her footprints and I leap to each one in hopes to land where she has- in hopes to sore where she has.
Her divine love has molded the person I am. She has nourished me with strength, courage and faith. She does not lead. She does not follow. Instead she walks beside me, providing guidance and friendship I can turn to no other to provide.
Her smile reflects true beauty, radiating love and compassion.
She is an angel sent to change the lives of many.
She is an angel of divine love and she is beautiful.
In my mother’s eyes, I see the person I desire to become.
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