Encounter with Beauty
They say beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Well then I was a beholder some few years back when I met someone who to me was the definition of beauty. Okay she was beautiful, stood out in her own way; she was of short stature, her hair was still bent out of shape from her sleep and seemed to be polite. From fifty yards away, she defined beauty. Maybe you have your own particular trait that defines beauty – one with small eyes, prominent nose or graceful fingers, slim ankles, curvaceous or any other traits. But I do have my own preferences. Sometimes I caught her eye then looked away as if it never happened. If eyes would talk then mine would tell her how I felt about her. I sometimes look at different girls because of their perfect eyes but truth be told no one can insist that his perfect girl corresponds to some preconceived type. Much as I like eyes, I couldn’t recall the shape of hers- or even if she had them. All I could remember is that she was of great beaut