The beauty within you is what I see, it is the only thing that matters to me

Her smile was guileless, it could have melted the stoniest heart with its sheer goodness. Her eyes reflected her emotions like a mirror; if you could just assign a different color to every emotion, you could say that her eyes changed color ever so often, like a dancing peacock whose every pose reflects a different mood, a different flash of colors! Eyes that were quiet and thoughtful as she heard what her companions had to say, they became expressive and mirthful as she spoke of some familiar incident. The flash of fire that occasionally lit her eyes belied her childishness, they became moist as somber thoughts crept into her mind, like thieves stealing their way into a treasury. Her delicate features flaunted a grace that was inimitable, and the tendrils of hair that had escaped from her plait danced merrily around her face.
He had a face that could be read like a book, it was open, honest and kind. His hair was ruffled on his forehead, carelessly, and he ruffled it even more when he was thinking. It made him look endearing, like a little boy who had just lost his way but was content to be wherever he was! He had a serene face, a face that gave you a glimpse of a hard-working man who had no complains with the world, the kind of face that glorified simplicity. His expression was thoughtful and he did not smile very often. But when he did smile, he gave that slow smile that starts out as the mellow sunshine that comes with the first flush of the morning, but ends as the warm golden rays of the sun that stun you with their intensity. His skin was dark mahogany, completely tanned by the sun; his eyes were attentive and sharp, they spoke of endurance, strength and compassion.
His arm went around her shoulders and grasped the bars of the window lightly. She sat on the edge of the seat, head bent and rested on the seat in-front (to make room for an extra person on their seat). They were seated in a bus, as inconspicuous as anyone else around them, yet they were different from the rest. It was their poise and grace that attracted my attention, that made me feel that they should have been seated on a plush settee in a garden, where flowers bloomed in abundance and birds sang in harmony. As that thought took root in my head, I realized that the ambiance did not really matter, for they would be just as regal whether they were sitting on a pile of hay in a barn or standing in the lobby of a luxury hotel!
He had bent his head slightly to give justice to the melody being spun out by her voice; it seemed as if there was no one else in that bus besides them. The jerks due to the motion of the bus, the sounds made by the people surrounding them and the loud horn of the vehicles, the dusty air coming in through the window, nothing mattered to them, nothing distracted them from each other. Nothing disturbed the harmony of their companionship! Everything else in the vicinity paled in comparison to those two demigods I perceived, for they truly had made heaven on earth...................