Knowable Soul

That feeling.
The feeling when I see you.
Not your body and all its quirks,
Not even your behavior and its (un)predictability,
Nor your words and their rigidness,
But YOU.
Your soul.
The unexplainable beauty.
Not even an image,
But a feeling.
No, not a feeling.
A sensation.
Peace,
Harmony,
Light
Warmth,
Spring meadow full of sunny flowers...
Oh, no.
No words could explain it.
Portrait it.
Describe it.
It just is.
There.
Before me.
Knowable.
As if it always were there.