A prayer from within wunderschön;

Is it the whole cumulative of her personality that reflects on those seemingly semi conscious notions of her, or just the smiles carved out over the fairy cheeks with speckle of nevus? Was it the whole of her winks to the shy of her smile? Or just the thought of the immense knowledge she possess sets her pretty to describe a wunderschön. I am blind for how, just the picture of a Meisterwerk is all that i get glimpses of without the reprehensible idea of me to try praise what its for,

 Days that spent on yearning about the mystery, the exaltation that hides beneath the calm and confident smile of hers.

 “dieses Lächeln, as I would say, that smile that went only so right by the checks or stripes on her gown, and when it was jeans , the cocktails on her hand were jealous of the kind of blend her smile added to. I havent seen an image of Helen of troy, yet the image that you portray takes the breath of every reader that would not be able to withstand the radiance that comes upon just the reality of her sincere prettiness.

So was this the wunderschon, with the appealing curls that rests upon those shoulder, as the responsibility that she carries rests firmly upon her conscious. And with the rightest of the attitude she paints on her self, so soft yet cool her nature beholds, like a fleck of snow, which disappears on the hand, only to feel the chills it left, before you finish up to rejoice the moment.

And the hot chocolate.

 When she was looking out to the lake besides the woods, her eyes; floating away along with the soft undulating ripples of the water, she wanders to the beauty thats infront. And the thoughts that fly from the wunderschon, as see sips her hot chocolate; a decent expression of herself, dancing like the flowers on her shirt, it colds and silences the ripples on the lake, created from the questions from her thoughts that float along. Yet she gets to keep it warm and nice, just like the hot chocolate that lay infront.

 Ja, she was the wunderschon, with the fancy goggles that hides the modest of the eyes, or the rare headband she holds as her signature, when she stood, the right of the universe would go off; Sun would be crying due jealousy of the radiations that you display and the moon would just be shy; for there was another who was shining royally down on and to earth. With the overwhelming meltdown and the power she has, to have the world on her hands, and as she does slowly, she hears a prayer that goes on her name, which; itself a sweetness.

‘Wunderschon’ it was heard, from all the edges of the world, to the girl who had it all, from obvious coolness like a snow on the hands to the hidden fiery on her eyes.