The one

Perfectly made, a young and humble soul. her body is art. a face sculpted, with sparkling grace. with fine eyes, tender lips. Her style, proves it all. That, she was born to the purple. Out of my class, indeed. In no time she is in sync with my madness. a guy from the trenches. Trembling at times. For, All cats are grey in the dark. she felt in love with the heart of a mask. on the contrary, I loved the cream of the crop.