Sheee

 Shall I start with the eyes, its always so confusing when its only so much about the prettiness yet they make it look so easy. Just like they are, sullen and so piercing when you look at them, you just know the whole story that would go beyond.

Yes the eyes. It has always been them. Those searching and wandering eyes, be only in the pictures of hers at first, they be like watching straight to you, like eager to see what happens next, wanting to express the untold stories of the silenced heroine that she is. Her eyes are pretty as prettiness can ever be.

They have always so much to say if you know the proper language they speak, those eyes that had seen of the days that were nice, when she would lay on her princess bed, going through how her days were, and the things that had made her smile, and of the things that made her weary. And the eyes, would reflect at same time, a mixture and perfect blend of emotions, black and blue, like sweetest cream over a bitter cup of espresso. But we all love espresso. And I love her eyes, as much as I would want to. 

She knows. Its only so obvious that all the things I would want to say, she might have been told, by the mirrors and the rivers, only failing to reflect the real radiations that glows through her. She is a calamity to hearts of the ones who meander.

When I am intending to portray her image from inside out, I feel it will always be so curtailed and undermining, yet its always so much naice to have someone you could actually write to, for and about.  The turns her mandible makes to compose her jaw line, damn she is Helen of troy, only without the sad ending.

 Her slender neckline that gives her the striking exquisiteness, so very much reminds of the fjord in the north, leading to the splendor of the torso that she endows. Every fingerbreadth upon her frame gives palpitations hurting upto the cingulated gyrus. 

And the supple lips of hers that shapes the indisputable smiles are always less to be praised with words. Only by the honest act of tenderness would it be able to justify the gigantic supremacy of the sweetness her lustrous lips bear.

To wrap her up into a page of words is always as undermining but like we do not need a torch to see the sun, she doesn’t require words shaped in leisure to explain the grandeur she has, both in the looks and more in the feels her soul desires