I could sum it up in simplicity, amiability and sincerity. That's the girl with whom I'd walk along.
That girl, speaking in ideal-for-me terms, she would be a thoughtful and stern mischievous pixie, a loon overflown by common sense, a uncomplicated soul who feels encouraged in the face of hardship, and keeps her seatbelt fastened during short flights.
Serious, frugal, careful, and attentive, she is always charming, generous, reliable and independent, a real go-getter.
She takes it easy. She enjoys herself. She enjoys my comradeship. She is a haven, her calming and conciliatory lap is a pillow where you lay your head to rest. She will wake you up reminding you it is time to go out and win thy bread with the sweat of thy face... She will appreciate your efforts to please her and woo her. She is an explorer, a discoverer, she is on the vanguard of every new adventure we embark on.
Nothing will inhibit her from telling you she loves you. She is not afraid to listen to you tell her you do. She embraces your compliments. She knows and respects your limits, but she will insist and demand you develop, live up, and go beyond your potential. She's someone I admire, she stands her own ground and soars over her own cloud. She inspires me and encourages me. She is my fiercest rival and my trustful ally.
When she gazes at you, her faces lightens up. She won't be pissed if you forget to kiss her first before pinching her butt.
You know her wits, deeds and brains could win her nominations to simultaneous Nobel prizes in Literature, Medicine and/or Physiology, Physics, Chemistry, Economics, and Peace. She's the bomb! Yet she'd also talk enthusiastically about how delightful chocolate is and find amazement in the design of its packing. Ants and mold are beautiful for her, and so are Rubens or Pollock.
But now, you remind me this is a self-summary, and I should talk more about me, and not about you. And here's where I keep my silence...