she is strolling down the path while her figure is rising and falling so smoothly and peacefully. the rhythm of her move ments composes an elaborate melody. her soft hair flows down to her waist, on which the sunshine casts a light of ring. the gown outlines her pretty curves. her skin looks so delicate that it, i'm sure, must feel as smooth as silk.
now she is in my reach, only a foot from me. my heart beating in excitement, i swiftly jump up, and bow a little just in the way gentlemen do, motioning a greeting to her. as a response, she turns around and gives me a smile, which reveals her gentleness a desirable character, not judged by appearance but fully perceived by what you find in her eyes. she continues walking and soon is out of sight, but i'm still there, realizing that there is really something left inscribed in my heart.