That girl has eyes. Serious ones. They are so deep, so soulful...they look right into you. She's a passionate lover of truth, and so her eyes are reaching for it with every glance. They are the kind of eyes that hold a gaze...eyes that dare you to look away.
For all her knowledge, all her understanding, all her intuition, all her standards, she's remarkably warm. It is a rare soul that can hold such demand for herself, but has no condescension in her relationships. She sees people where they are, and expects only that they be there...honestly.
Such passion, such warmth, such wise intellect, such direct compassion and unfailing loyalty -- and I am blessed, for she is my friend.
About Me
- Lexidoodler
- I can't draw, and I'm only fair with a camera, so I use words. Maybe it's a poem, or a paragraph, or an extended narrative, or maybe just a random smattering of thoughts. However it comes out, if you're there with me, then I've done what I intended to do. So read a bit, drop a comment if you wish...just keep it clean. Thanks for stopping by!
No comments:
Post a Comment