Descriptions Not Fair Enough For Her…

Her gold coated smile; a feature which never lost its splendour.

With rough knees that bore the scars of adventure.

A multitude of freckles covered her canvas.

Beat only by her blush, a sight more rare and beautiful than Atlantis.

All swore she was the work of a witch’s prophecy.

And I, a fool,

 fueled by vanity. 

Thought her to be as arrogant as me.

Rejected... for my absence of humility. 

She was the first not to be satisfied with just my virility.