Pulchritude.

Beauty.
That's all I could describe her as.
She was beautiful.
There were scars she tried to hide.
There were walls she tried to maintain.
There were moments when she pushed me away.
There were memories which became too difficult to forget.
She was beautiful.
She was beautiful in her own way.
She told people differently of how she loved them.
She was never a woman who expressed her love verbally.
She was never a woman who expressed her care verbally.
It was through her actions and reactions that she showed how much she appreciated someone.
She was beautiful in her own way.
She was beautiful in her own style.
She was simply beautiful.