I first saw her in my dream; a charming young lady whose face is like those of angels. She has a smile that can wipe out anyone's sorrow and eyes that seem to hold all the beauty in the world. Her captivating physique is no different from her pure heart. Oh she's perfect... simply perfect.
Her beauty is on
e that surpasses the countless faces in the crowd. A jewel in a sea of pebbles, a swan in a pond of ducks, an oasis in a land of sand, a rose in the middle of thorns and thistles, words even phrases come flooding into my mind every time i think of her. I don't know which to pick, I don't know what word or set of words would be able to convey her beauty.
"Hi elay" she came to me tapping me by the shoulder. "I'm okay, as usual" with a low voice I replied. Our minutes of conversation seemed hours. The giggles we shared are priceless. Her voice was music to my ears. I did nothing but ridicule her oh so corny jokes and taunt her punch lines but little did she know, that beneath those silly lines lies a heart that jumps in inexpressive bliss.
When will heaven grant me the chance of conversing with her again?
I guess for now there's nothing left for me to do but to steal glimpses of her...
to admire her beauty and be dazzled by her charm from afar...
to stay up late drawing images of her in my mind...
to wait... and wait
Her beauty is on
e that surpasses the countless faces in the crowd. A jewel in a sea of pebbles, a swan in a pond of ducks, an oasis in a land of sand, a rose in the middle of thorns and thistles, words even phrases come flooding into my mind every time i think of her. I don't know which to pick, I don't know what word or set of words would be able to convey her beauty."Hi elay" she came to me tapping me by the shoulder. "I'm okay, as usual" with a low voice I replied. Our minutes of conversation seemed hours. The giggles we shared are priceless. Her voice was music to my ears. I did nothing but ridicule her oh so corny jokes and taunt her punch lines but little did she know, that beneath those silly lines lies a heart that jumps in inexpressive bliss.
When will heaven grant me the chance of conversing with her again?
I guess for now there's nothing left for me to do but to steal glimpses of her...
to admire her beauty and be dazzled by her charm from afar...
to stay up late drawing images of her in my mind...
to wait... and wait
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