She had the most peculiar eyes; yet they were perfect. Beautiful; hypnotizing. A light shade of violet, with a shimmer of gray lining the edges of her irises. Her slightly arched eyebrows ran until slightly below her temples. They were dark and prominent and framed her face perfectly; a face that exuded beauty. Her lips, decorated with luscious deep velvet red, were such a wonderful contrast against her almond bronze complexion. Locks of her hair, dark and silk like, draped her forehead and flowed voluminously down to her shoulders; slightly covering her collar bone. Her sandy pink dress was one that left her shoulders bare, strong but feminine.
Her stature about five foot seven complimented by a statuesque figure was impossibly gorgeous.
She was like a character out of an old movie classic, only much more beautiful. She was the beau ideal of women in my eyes. Though her demeanour was somewhat vainglorious, who woud not be, with suck strikingly lovely features. And that was just her comely appearance.
Just beautiful. In every sense of the word.
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