Harmonious horns were blowing and her graceful strut made the room fall in slow mo- how she could stop time- or just take my mind off of it- how she could send spiraling chills down my spine and leave me a speechless spirit- and her grace insinuated an exciting youth in a mature capsule- this     genie in a bottle was in her full element and the lights in this place were done justice by her presence- because what's light if it has nothing to shine on, what's a room if no one is walking in it- what's vision if there is no imagination- what's a mind....
what's a life.....
what's a feeling....
what's a reason...
What's anything...
What am I....
....
without...... the center of attention....
Without her?