She had a smile that twinkled at the curve of her lips. A laugh..like when happiness tickled a kid.
The dark of her eyes was sad mostly but sometimes it sparkled. Like she was trying to break away and yet was in love with her shackles.
She was hurt, broken into pieces in parts unknown, yet holding it together like repaired with gold.
He knew she was torn, ruptured, and damaged.. but all he could see was how beautifully she was sewn!