Dreamily Praise

She walks in, to make the moment picturesque
As if the motion picture featured gray
The man pushes the door while she waves away
One hand wrapped around his arm, she lends a feeble smile
As if she wants them back
Yes indeed! With interest she receives them
Little light brushes of make-up
Small touch of liners and shadows on her lovely gorgeous eyes
The brightness, the shine, almost like artificial
I tell you! If heaven exists, she’s an angel without wings
Making the moment even more mystical 
Her black gown with velvet and strings of gold
Earning the temperament of Diane Keaton
Her walk, the walk of swan
When she walks, looks like life in eternity 
And how can anyone not love her voice
So sweet, as if caramel and honey mixed together 
If cherry and strawberry were combined with white chocolate 
It’d make the color of her skin
And the smell, as if the spring blossoms within her 
What a fine, fine woman she is
Sitting at the end of the hall, he can only dreamily praise
She walks in, to make the moment picturesque
As if the motion picture featured gray

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