Prepare yourself, warn the books and the midwives; they will not look as you expect.
My body breaks.
Ours cries, harmonious.
Your eyes see me for the first time.
And you, pulled from my dreams and painted true.
Breathtaking.
Resplendent.
My Sun.
I glow, blessed to bask in your light.

Belinda’s daughter/muse/editor asked why she always writes sad stories. So she wrote something happy, for her, with love. 16 years after their eyes first met, she remains the most beautiful thing Belinda has ever seen.