Seen through the glow of a building orgasm, a woman seems to blaze with angelic glory.

Everything was made bright by her. She was the smile that shed light all around her.

The glory of the day was in her face,
The beauty of the night was in her eyes.

Her eyes were full of new; it made them brighter.

Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.

On the secretly blushing cheek is reflected the glow of the heart

the sun shone into her mouth as into a tulip, and lent it a similar scarlet fire.

A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

Even in that pale light I could see that she was more beautiful than ever, the black shadow of her hair framing a face I had seen every night in the misery of sleep for so long. Those deep brown eyes still had that hungry look when they watched mine and the lush fullness of her mouth glistened with a damp warmth of invitation.

Little light shining, Little light will guide them to me. My face is all lit up, My face is all lit up.

And now her eyes grew bright, and brighter still,
Too bright for ours to look upon, suffused
With many tears, and closed without a cloud.
They set as sets the morning star, which goes
Not down behind the darkened west, nor hides
Obscured among the tempests of the sky,
But melts away into the light of heaven.

The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame.

She would rather light a candle than curse the darkness, and her glow has warmed the world.

What a charming girl! And what a skin! She positively radiated light around her.