Delectable Dee
 

She is candidly perfect. Too beautiful, in fact that you would loathe staring at her. For then, every thing else is bleak and ashen compared to her radiance. Her countenance holds this masked look of uncertainty and you will drown in the wake of her smile. That's probably why she never smiles. Her eyes guards a mystery that taunts people with the veiling and unveiling of her fluttering lashes. She is never surprised and she is impossibly calm. Her attention is like the eye of the tempest, you abhor the riddle it keeps yet just as well, you are grateful for it.

She ignores and beholds. A look, is what often people get. She nods her head when needed. No one can tell what she does when disappointed for none dare try the measure of her palpable impatience. There are hardly ever anyone who can say they've heard her laugh. One can just float about in a trance of her possible glee, prancing through the arms of the wind.

To the eyes of the dreaming faithless, she leads a life beyond the boundaries of imagination, free of anything here and there. To say the least, she is an enigma. she is every bit of possibility in a one against a billion odds deal.

She sets herself above and against all. every day, a different horizon of impossibility than the day before. And surely, a different one again tomorrow. who's to say what or how, could be a mile or just a fraction more.

She hides behind the walls of every person within every woman. She is there. for all her radiance and breathtaking beauty and for all the mystery she inspires, too many blind lovers don't see her. She is but a rare find. A realization in a fraction of a glimpse. That's what she is. And most of the times, she spends her existence desperately looking for that fated one to see her. The once in a lifetime unfolding of a forever's meant to be.

9/8/2008 04:16:59 am

"for all her radiance and breathtaking beauty and for all the mystery she inspires, too many blind lovers don't see her. She is but a rare find. A realization in a fraction of a glimpse. That's what she is. And most of the times, she spends her existence desperately looking for that fated one to see her."

this is so true, especially the last line.

i'm speechless, again.

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9/9/2008 10:38:02 pm

i hate you Dee. haha. your words unfold this ... erm... ahm... damn. yes, that one. unnamed magic i get when i read your words. reading you is like grasping something i have known but have never seen in the written form. :)

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