Aphrodite.

Never before had I encountered a being of such flawlessness. For she drifted elegantly through fields ripe with the colour of forgotten love. Cascading them with an infusion of compassion and grace.

Oh, how her hair flowed. As if every, significant strand was forged from the purest of rivers, rooted at the highest of summits. Her skin were that of clouds. Just the mere sight of such a heavenly structure compelled mortal men to fly. But it were not her luscious hair, nor her skin of serenity that captured my focus. It were her eyes. For her eyes alone, filled with crystal lagoons of sapphire, were able to encase my heart and cease my soul.

For she were no ordinary being. She were Beauty. She possessed such qualities, such charisma, only that of Aphrodite could be envious.

Reviews

[Astrid]

Flawless beauty and grace resides in your writing. Magnifico ~

"nor her skin of serenity. that captured my focus." accidental period after "serenity"

[Luke Cazalet-Smith]

Again, thank you ever so much. And again, thank you for pointing that out; I'll be sure to correct my mistake!

[Astrid]

No problem ~