She was beautiful. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen. And as he drew close, he saw the most glorious, beautiful sight.
Her eyes. They were blue as the sky and grey as the sky and as they talked and her temper sparked they were as thunderstorms and when he warmed her heart they were as sunset with warm reds and oranges and no jewel or the sun or the moon or the stars were as glorious as her eyes.
"Are you the sky?" He finally asked. Because he believed in fantastic things. And if he could steal the moon and the stars and the sun then just as easily the sky could come to him on this horizon where sky meets earth.