Vastness

The vastness of her soul is absolutely immeasurable.
Her sensuality is evident in every move, every gesture, every smile.
Her essence is a wondrous sight to behold.
Her compassion is a measure of which to compare ourselves.
The vastness of her beauty compares not with others, but with all.
The vastness of her passion is the muse that gifts the greatest of artists.
She is, in every way, simply a woman, but all these things, rolled into one,
are the things that make men wage war.