Beautiful

You are beautiful, like the morning light in a little girl's eyes.  Your joy at life bubbling up, infecting those around you with its warm golden light, eradicating any trace of gloom.  Your laugh is melodious, harmonizing with every good thing in the world.  A sonnet couldn't do you justice, nor could Shakespeare himself capture your radiance.  You are cut from a cloth whose artistry is unfathomable, and your love and faith do well to show the glory of your Maker.  Yes you are beautiful, but the mere word is but a frail shadow of that which no tongue can describe.

Happy Tears

A deeper color, a flash of rosy shading.  The feeling of choked words as emotion rises up--raw, and fierce, and beautiful.  The feeling so powerful that the body knows not what to do.  Tears run down her cheeks, but they do not match the feeling inside.  The feeling is joy, so immense, that it threatens to stop the flow of breathing and the heart yearns to break free of its cage of bone.  These are the happy tears.