K.
Her already prominent cheekbones go way higher, that her eyes turn into thin, dark slits - her cobalt blue irises peeking through her thick and dark lashes.
That was one of the reasons why he always wanted to make her smile, and laugh. Not only does she look so beautiful when she smiles - it was also making him feel things. Every time she does, he gets a feeling that's so eternal - that it outrages all his negatives into positives, it feels as if he was able to crack the most difficult and trickiest problems in the world, it feels like a warm, pleasant rush, like a bright, never-ending sunshine. It's a beautiful mix of sweet, blissful joy - K's smiles.
He could have written better poems than