Her long, red locks cascade down her shoulders like a cool mountain stream.
Her eyes reveal a troubled yet gentle spirit. She has a charm which demands attention.
She smiles and the sun's jealousy is forced upon the world. For its shine is at last bested.
Her beauty rests in her soul like a gentle spring rain. Leaving the joy and sparkle of a morning dew.
Her soft delicate feet leave marks in the sand visible only to the gulls as they pass across the ocean.
-Johnny V.
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