As somebody who writes a lot, either for essays or for personal enjoyment, I once thought I had a sufficient mastery of the English language to see me through the most difficult of literary situations. Alas no, it would seem.

Almost exactly three weeks ago, I got onto the bus with a friend in order to visit the city centre, it was also the plan for him to introduce me to a girl he think I'd get along with in terms of being good mates. I don't wish to allude to any cliches but when I laid eyes on her I swear my heart actually skipped a beat.

During the course of the day we got talking more and more, we wandered around the city and with each passing minute I grew more and more infatuated with this girl. She's the most amazing person I've ever met, no exaggeration. As the day grew to a close I found myself regretting that time could not be slowed or stopped, and wished for just one more minute of her company.

As these weeks have gone by, we've grown to love each other. And I've been the happiest I've ever been in my inconsequential existence. She's the first person I've known who can make my skin crackle with electricity with the lightest touch. The first person whom can make my heart beat faster with the faintest brush of her lips against mine. She is everything I dreamed that the perfect woman would be; funny, intelligent, interesting, beautiful, caring. there is literally no aspect of her I can describe as anything less than perfect.

Which brings me back to my current predicament. Even with my extended vocabulary, I cannot think of a single word to sum her up. Perfect just doesn't seem to cut it.

Any ideas?