Don't miss a beat.

If you are ever graced with her presence, I hope that you are at a place in your life to where you are completely and I mean, genuinely ready for her
Surely you'll feel her spirit coming before being aquatinted with it. So when asked if you would've expected such a force to be anything less than heavy, you can't say that you were not warned.
I hope that you've braced yourself, as I've known her to be a bit overwhelming in nature.
And up until that very moment, I hope that life has given you every lesson that it may take to master such an art, as Her.
But more than anything, I hope that you're happy and I pray that you're enthused to make her feel worthy of being graced with such a presence as yours.
I'm confident that she'll arrive a little late, a bit buzzed, and much more prepared.
The breath that fuels her ever living being is purely a blessing; to and for you, and or after you. Just as it was before you, maybe not in your lifetime but I guarentee in the next.
As damned and damaged as first glances may try to convince you, remember to keep an open mind. With what holds great value is surely to come with some safety features. Haven't you heard that looks can be deceiving? I hope that you have selective hearing though, as not everyone you coexist with has the ability to do much more than see her for themselves.
I hope that you arrive patiently waiting with a hunger so fierce that you ravish every second that you are granted with such expectations that satisfaction is measured by: you get out, exactly what you put in.
And Lord, I hope you bring all you've got to put into her. As she is the most beautiful fountain of knowledge, you'll live to witness in this lifetime. So gracefully constant, without an end that's ever been in site. All hidden behind mysterious emerald green eyes.
They say not to judge a book by its cover. I don't know who they are. But they sure was looking out when they had said it.
I'll give you a moment to go ahead and flatter yourself, as you very well should. The first to think to actually feel her, was her blessing. Envy him not, as he sacraficed his life in which gave her, hers. Honor him and all his glory and judge her not when she do so, herself.
It'll be no secret, so I can go ahead and say that she'll be easy to the eye. Which ironically is the most horrific site your eyes will never see.
But have you no fear, your eyes can rest as your ears listen. This will be crucial, I'd advise you to practice this as often as possibly. The more you learn, the more you will earn. I guess your in luck, wisdom being her native language and all.
Which may or may not be a coincidence that she's dedicated this life along her journey to searching solely for what her soul holds so preciously within. Unknowing. Ignorant. Naive. Her divine purpose, that she'll spend eternity searching for, is within her.
And if that isn't the most painfully beautiful paradox that you could possibly fathom, than she mustn't be your blessing.
And if you come to that place in your life, you must choose.
To let that woman go. As untainted as your hard work ridden hands will allow.
Maybe what she's got to offer isn't something of which you are lacking... or maybe just maybe the place in which you may be on your path doesn't conveniently intertwine with where's she's at on hers. And the most devastating thing that she could bring you and it will be long after you've closed that chapter, when the fog has faded and things begin not to make sense. When there's no rewind. Only to reflect and reminisce.
The memories of such an Angel that only remind you of such a Heaven that'll leave your Hell a bit less painful.
In which should be counted and highly considered as a blessing. All I can do is hope.
But if you should ever find yourself in a place of grief, refrain from anything that may feel or resemble pity.
For it is of everything that is is of this world to carry such pity if they only were aware of a site they'd never knew that they had missed.
And in that place is where I hope that you find comfort. I hope that you allow that place, that very place to be where you find yourself, even if it be the same place where you were graced with her absence.
I have hope that you'll rest in that place and that when you decide to open up your eyes, you see her not as a burden but rather you feel her, much like relief.
No matter the length of which you two had danced, I can only hope that you had listened to her song and pray that you had felt it. So if you're ever in a place where she wasn't your blessing.
I'll be at ease knowing that at anytime, you can close your eyes and replay her song, by heart.! Comfortably knowing that you never missed a beat.