Her smile

Driven by waves of joy that has
swept upon her succulent lips,
Creating a magnificent vision
which captured my eyesight immediately,
and simultaneously lifted my smile
from the abyss that it has been to
for a time which seemed as eternity to me.


Her eyes

The windows of her soul
which resides deep inside her body
were wide opened.
beaming with a brilliance green,
glancing at my eyes,
almost shedding tears from them.
how much beauty can they stand
and still stay silent?

Her voice

Even more gentle and soft than
the sound of a piano.
a thousand times more sentiment
than a sound of a whole orchestra
quickly permeated through my ears
and into my mind
such a pleasant experience i would
like to last forever.


She, Herself, Ksenia.
Is she perfect?
No
Perfection itself is imperfection.