Describe me

Me; The stars must be jealous of you tonight
Her; Me, the stars jealous, why?
Me; You are shinning brighter than them.
Her; Aww!! Thank you.
Me; Sorry, but can I describe you?

Her; Yes, describe me.
Me; Your shoes are more than a designer's work. They look like the magic ones Cinderella left on the stairs as she left the dance before midnight hit.

Her; Yes, describe me.
Me; Your hair lies on your head smoothly like the way a stream flows down a hill side from the top to the bottom.

Her; Yes, describe me.
Me; Your clothes bring out the figure in you, just like the way red petals bring out the shape of a rose flower.

Her; Yes describe me.
Me; Your dresscode is stunning, bright, beautiful than a peacock's feathers.

Her; Yes describe me.
Me; Your skin texture is soft and smooth than a  the pebbles on the shores of a lake, more of a teddybear's fur.

Her; Yes, describe me.
Me; Your nail polish brings out your fingers like a bright one coloured rainbow glowing on a human's fingers.

Her; Yes, describe me.
Me; Your voice makes the birds in the morning want to wake and listen to you singing.



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