Her eyes glistened like the stars.

It's a cliche, but then all love begins the same.
So I'll say it again: her eyes glistened like the stars.
Her hair like water flowed, rippling waterfalls down her body,
Made more beautiful by the rain of her allergen-inspired tears.

She always hated being outside.
But the sun bathed her in the light that made me watch her.
And the frown of discomfort sitting on her chin
Did nothing but give me a stupid smile-- she always made me grin.

Because...she was the world I lost myself in,
Complete with all the waters and the rolling landscape
That makes Earth such an interesting, beautiful place to live.
And always, as I lay down in the world, the constellations in her eyes.
Always there, Hera, the Queen of Heaven.

I think in those times, Paris could have chosen more wisely.
For love was never flawless, where Aphrodite simply was.
He could have picked Hera. Hera I saw, she was the Spirit in my girl.
And I loved her, for her jealousy when I stared at other girls,
And for the insecurity by which she would doll herself up--
To keep me in the snare I chose to stay in regardless of beauty.

That was her outside, while within she gave way softly,
In a feigned weakness, knowing full well who of us was stronger.

With this established, we danced the dance of Immortals.