Ariel.

It's all "Hettie, Hettie, Hettie, Hettie, Hettie" around here, and I'm just as guilty of it as anybody else, but at least I know how to self-diagnose a monomania. So here's a goddamn poem about the most special woman in my life.

You.

Just fucking look at you,

With that long, blond hair,

Eyes an extraplanar blue

(also, often, the green of a paradisaic sargasso)

Soul

drenched

in

ambrosial

purity

and kindness.

I see you, and

... I can't.

I just can't

anything

but love you.

There. I said it.