Bonita

Oye linda,

The beauty that graces this earth does not compare to the allure that you hold in your facial structure. So strong and profound, not even the most accomplished artist could do you justice.

The grace of which you walk is like the gods, and rivals that of Venus. While the rest of use tread the ground, when we walk.

Your lips are softer than the first bloomed petal of spring. And the accent that comes forth from those lips, are as supplementally crisp as any winter breeze.

The aura around you is like tonic water, a stimulant. Much like rain after a long droughted summer.

But, the beauty that you hold within, is far greater than any you can see. For the mark you leave on others, will last longer than the stars.