christabella

Like a fragile little doll she smiles unaware of the thought that cloud the soul of the monster glaring at her

Beautiful and composed she stand there alone
Calmness of Mediterranean after the west wind has gone

Her smile is prettier than the blooming flower of spring and brighter than the soulful azhure
In her beautiful eyes there is a universe to explore

Her hair cascade down like a fountain of honey
Like freshly craved wax doll her skin is smoothest and shiney

In her a procelain dedicated body rest a beautiful soul
The more you look closer the more is there to know
Her arms are tender like petals of roses
Innocently she clings to me in beautiful poses
She yearned like a baby looking with her eyes so dreamy
Her innocence can drive even the darkest devil crazy

christabella is the new lady I'm crushing on