Her laughter was rich, indulgent even; she had a way of speaking that could charm even the darkest of nights. When people talked about her hair, they had to cast names of angels. When people talked about her figure, there was no material soft enough to compare her skin to. She was more than a girl; she was more than a woman. She was the love of my life; the center of my universe.
They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, but she was beauty herself; pearls fought the way to around her neck, silk tore apart itself to cover her body. You see, even fruits fell from trees, willingly, just to be kissed and eaten by her luscious lips. Yes, she was beautifull.
It sounds mad, I know. I was… I am mad about her. they say I was crazy. They say I am crazy still. But I know you’ll understand the reason for my behavior, If only I explain why I did what I did back then.