The way you break her neck when you enter a room should be enough to make the earth shift.
Enough to make her heart break ribcage and jump through skin like a suicide bomber ricocheting from beneath exploded building foundation.
Enough to make the stars jealous because they can’t shine as bright as the smile you paint across her face more beautiful then Michelangelo Sixteenth Chapel.
Enough that her words have acknowledged that you are a fallen angel whose Halo has descended to forehead and became a crown so she builds a throne out of sweetly pieced diction only suited for a Queen so that the heals you wear to catch her attention are not the only pestle you are ever placed upon.
Enough that you can feel the prayer silently quivering in herkiss thanking god for her proof of faith that could even turn a Atheist into believer because she knows heaven existed ever since he seen your face.
If she can’t do this #next
Know your worth and never settle