Lillie is beautiful. She is the very definition of it, her long hair, and her perfectly toned face. Could it really be that she is perfect? I had a dream of us holding hands miles from here, breaking free of this world, loving truly, the span of a moment, pure love unleashed. And as we stare into the bright light of the moon and time passes without remorse, I know that this dream has come true. We slowly go to sleep as each of us holds hands. I wake first the next morning, noticing her head on my left shoulder and how her smooth, long hair flows like a river over my arm. She sleeps so fair, so quiet. With every breath she takes I notice more and more that yes, she is the one. I caress the locks of her hair ever so gently. Smooth like silk. She suddenly awakes, and smiles to see that I am the first thing she sees. We talk about things that don't matter, but I really could care less. She is the best I will ever have and I think, no, I KNOW that I am the luckiest man in the world. Oh Lillie, a maiden so fair. Her imperfections are perfect. Her voice is melodic, like that of an angel. Her beautiful eyes are ever so entrancing, her skin as smooth as that of a newborn's. We are trapped on this island, but neither of us could really care. We are happy, and that is all that really matters. As I stare out into the ocean waves, I imagine our future. Bright, like the sun. We are the perfect couple, and both of us know it. We love each-other unconditionally, and our love is everlasting like the very universe we inhabit. We are never sad, always happy. We never argue, only love.