when she walks by you, there is an invigorating aura you cannot discern . Her body is blazing with fiery ardent pique but her eyes reveal a different story, they twinkle like scintillating peaceful Kahuna washing every ounce of beguiling delusion stuck on the shore of meagre nugatory life. 

she catches you staring, and her smile perplexes you even more because her lips are chapped yet there is a red maquillage over them so tiny to hide the concealed rage. 

you are bewitched as she gestures towards you and somehow you wish you could vanish imperceptible because having her incandescent arms around you was frightening . 

she says a few words and you let them cascade through because their flabbergasting affect on your well planned masquerade made you want to hide in the darkest niche where only she has the glare effulgent enough to make you feel ebullient. 

so darling, you should know that she's the one who'd write you mails when you're away and take hours to bake the perfect fresh apple cake just the way you like it but she's also the one who will gall, sob and weep at night because not every night will she have stoicism to fight, not every night will she crack her knuckles and smite the dead but know this, every morning when you wake up, you will awaken at the sight of her ever so enchanting smile. 

s.m.