She lay there.

She lay there, still as a portrait. There was a simplicity to her beauty. Her eyes glistened with innocence and her smile reminded me of Christmas morning. Or the first signs of love. or the overwhelming smell of freshly fallen snow. Her skin was soft, gentle as the warmth of a mother. Something about her mesmerized me. Perhaps it was her simplicity or her innocence. or Perhaps something deeper. Perhaps it was her soul glowing through the outskirts of her body, shining through the purest pours of her skin. And perhaps, it was something deeper..