She

She was amazing.

She was innocent and uninhibited. She spanned the time from dawn to dusk; never realizing that it mattered. 
She encompassed the entirety of true, unadulterated love and compassion toward that which brought her happiness.

Her happiness is him. 

He knows that. She reminds him as much as that delicacy allows and pushes the limits of mushy, smushyness that would make grown men bashful and red in the face.  She doesn't care though.

It is important to tell; to talk about and be reminiscent of.  That is what she believes anyway.  She is currently in the process of comparing her romanticism to the novels of Shakespeare and love that cannot be compared to.

Carrying on with the wings of a cupid (minus the semi-nakedness).

Ahhhh, love.