A new chapter I suppose. Oh my, you really are a beautiful young lady. Captivating you be. Your eyes be as deep as the darkest days yet you bring light to them with the creases which form around your eyes. Your hair falls ever so effortlessly, draping on your shoulders sitting upon them like a crown on a queen. Red, deep lips the shade anyone would kiss. The curves of your lips make historical evidence on how you, a beauty, never to re-live again. Pity how you bite them. Your flaws make you, you though. The hook of your nose, freckles bounce upon the skin and the shadows caressing the imprint of your cheekbones, why. Why, is the question. A beauty like you, pick up myself? An object so bartered and unloved, you amaze me. Go on, my dear. Turn another page if you are worthy. Suppose you are.
