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...