There once lived a girl whose beauty was so great that when she walked in the garden, the sunflowers turned to see her; her beauty was so radiant that it left the Sun with shame. At night, the Moon is the most divine light, but it’s the stars that make the night so precious, and she was the most resplendent star. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and it is true; the girl had charming hazelnut eyes that captivated your heart and never let it free, and when the morning came, those same eyes reflected the sound of the singing birds and the colors of the early bright like the most expensive porcelain mirror. If somebody gave the Angels a pearl and tell them to create the most beautiful thing with it, they would let the pearl be slightly touched by the Sun, giving it a tanned color, then turned the pearl into the girl’s skin. Her long brown hair fell down like a the most delicious chocolate waterfall, and if you ever ran your hands through her hair, it would feel as if it was the softest silk. When she talked, her voice was the most pleasant sound you could hear; it was so harmonious that if you closed your eyes, a heavenly feeling would hug you. And her scent, her homely scent. It is not a powerful processed floral perfume, but rather a slight fragrance of love; any piece of clothe she wears, the scent is captured in it. It could be the sweet vanilla scent, or the scent of your mother cooking in the afternoon and you eagerly sit in the table waiting for your plate. Everything she touched became perfect, and they say that if you get a kiss from her soft, small pink lips with strawberry flavor, you would be blessed for life. Her body was like a statue that you would see at a museum, carved by the most experienced sculpturers; an hourglass body figure with curves that would drive anybody crazy. The girl had a heart of Gold; she would help the entire world if she could.
The girl was a living masterpiece.
