And with every ounce of her,
she loved.
Her eyes reflected light onto the world around her
and watercolors danced from her fingertips.
She was delicate
but she was to be marveled upon.
Her entire being was so completely full of compassion and empathy that it seeped from her and onto the shoulders of those she embraced.
She was always finding beauty and artwork in the eyes of others, yet she never paused to admire her own soft frame.
Out into the world she poured pastels and light with every step and gentle grin.
She lived lovingly.
Porcelain Prose 