She breathes reality. Yet,she believes in happy endings.
She fancies being the damsel in distress, yet she is a knight in shining armour for many.
The pinkness of amour fills her soul completely with passion. Yet, her face hardly distorts with emotion.
She is smitten by the hide and seek that romance plays in the hearts of people. Yet she is aversed by the overly mushiness that people transfuse.
She wants to spread her wings to infinite boundaries. Yet her life is structured like the checkerboard.
Melodrama is her alter-ego. Yet she is the epitome of discreetness.
Her voice is silver toned. Yet the gravity that her voice adopts situationally, intimidates people.
She walks in a bouncy rhythm. Yet her sobre-sided gait, etches a persona till eternity.
She has a chirpy babble. Yet her verses are solemn.
She prefers ease in life. Yet her ways of living life are intricate.
She is unsettled with changes. Yet change has settled all her complexities,
She likes to dress up like a doll. Yet her simplicity is serene.
Her life story is crystal clear. Yet she is a story left unfolded.
An arrogant smirk, a wicked humor, intense eyes darkened skin and a coquettish demeanor lures her attention. Yet, her soul is drawn solely towards an honest smile, heartfelt laughter, eyes dipped in humility and a compassionate disposition.
She adheres to societal norms, yet deep inside her heart, a rebellious fire ignites.
She gives precedence to pragmatism. Yet her existence is a house of sentiments.
Her being brews with solitude and independence. Yet, she longs for familial surroundings.
She dances in circles of congeniality. Yet she likes to tread paths of life with chosen individuals.