She looks like Angels ought to look, the Goddess, the Valkyrie, the Warrior Woman.
The kind of Woman that makes you wish you spoke a little French.
Dark, mysterious, a stormy rainy night in which to get lost amongst the dangerous curves. At what cost or risk would it take to find myself lost in you? Yet still, would I be actually found?
You may have filed away a book containing some chapters of my heart, if not at least my breath.
Nothing has to be anything or any particular way, possibilities are endless, nothing is set in stone, so would you at the very least fancy a conversation?
If not, know that you are a jewel, a marvel to behold, and it was hard to avert my gaze. You'll live rent free in my mind for some time.
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