Hair the colour of the sun

She sat there before the boy in the light of the gentle sun, flicks of  hair lightly blowing in the warm summer breeze, while the rest fell around her shoulders like a waterfall of pure perfect sunlight, curls and highlights appearing as if they were placed their by some divine hand to perfect this one moment of  bliss. She gently stared into the distance slowly blinking every so often, the sun illuminating every perfect curve of her beautiful portrait, her lips the perfect shade of rose lightly and naturally pursed, each line flowed as if drawn from the boys own dreams blurring the lines of reality. The boy ached from such a scene knowing that this moment was going to end and that he might never experience such a scene of such pure beauty again in his lifetime.