Her glory shines above all like liberty on a pedastal. Her face, the express image of exquisite beauty, beckons me with a smile that would charm the creator. The outline of those velvety lips thicken at the corners revealing an impeccable arrangement of dazziling whites and simultaneously; the lashes flicker. Teasingly, the hazel eyes linger- speaking my name in an inaudible whisper- while the index finds itself tracing the highlights that advertise the richness of the hair sitting majestically on her shoulders.

I Know!

Instantly, my subconscience relays the realization. SHE HAS ARRIVED. My heart works harder and immediately oxegenated blood refreshes the extremeties that had stiffened with realization of such bliss. My eyes dilate with excitement. JC gives me a reassuring tap on the shoulder and telepathicly declares: "She's all yours buddy!"