Blood is just 28H48N2O20,

but her blood is 28 parts valor,

48 parts suffering,

2 parts rubies

and 20 parts of an unknown substance that makes the earth brown. 

She is 100 parts beautiful

and her body a carving that the maker cannot replicate.

She is not a round peg in a square hole.

She is a shapeless mass looking for a fixture that would fit her or change as she does with each passing moment. 

Her thoughts are bombs that can blast you out of your comfort zone. 

Her words are poisoned barbs that can sting you with their truth and then stay in and infect your life. 

Her love is a minefield.

One wrong move and you may be destroyed. 

Her love is a microscope searching for a spirit like hers among the parasites that hound her life. 

Her love is a lie detector test.

Take care not to fail at it. 

Her love is an active volcano; the magic lies in her fire. 

Her love is a balm that can soothe all your worries away. 

Her love can take you places like the deep seas, the highest peaks, the hottest hells. 

Her love is the light at the end of the tunnel, to reach which you might die a thousand deaths.