Peter's Perspective - Woodland Walk

I couldn't even begin to fathom the necessary words in order to begin to describe this feeling. What would one say to the feeling of heated pulses scorching your skin in the most pleasurable way. Nothing could ever hold a candle nor a prayer to the feeling of your soulmate latching onto you. As though you are the only thing grounding her to reality. The sparkles in her eyes seem ethereal. Constantly switching from gazing at the stars shining above to focusing on almost inhaling the sights of bluebell flames shimmering across the trees. Virescent canopy shadow the path ahead but simultaneously coruscate in pearl moonlight. Glimpses of nocturnal creatures inspire awe and wonder in such a way that none could withstand the innocence seeping from her features so delicately. How can one be so enchanting as to hold an item as precious as life itself in it's grasp yet remain so, so pure inside?