The filter of sight
     Made her smile seem
     Beautiful.
The focus of hearing
     Made the sparks and tinkles of her laughter
Into a suggestion of the songs of angels.
The assurance of touch
     Made the fine soft of her hair
     Electric.
And, God, I loved her.
     Maybe she wasn't beautiful,
     Maybe her laugh was just a laugh,
     And maybe her hair was only
     Soft and clean.
But, God, I loved her.