She doesn't say very much
Her soft whispers are sometimes hard to hear
But her eyes say enough to make you feel
Special.
The clacker of her pink heels
The natural tint of pink on her lips
The rosy pink color on her cheeks
NO man could understand
Why her smile ignited a passion inside.
She was the flame,
and they, they were the
Candle.
Her every move left everyone perplexed and in awe.
Her hair in the moonlight could cause such a disturbance
Where sleepless hearts couldn't rest until seeing her once more.
When she walked by
her cherry blossom scent
intoxicated the room
Every man was in love
with her golden smile
with her provocative thoughts
and her steadfast love
If only they knew...
That her universe was filled with doubt, insecurities, and a fragile heart.
So fragile that she felt undeserving of love.
Her pink heels, her rosy cheeks, and her tinted lips, were all beautiful
But when she looked in the mirror, she was never...
Satisfied.
She always saw a broken glass, but all they saw was the delicate beauty in pink.
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