Her eyelashes shimmered, covered with mascara as they were..
Her fathomless eyes were the ocean that held all the happiness one can ever get..
Shiny locks of her delicate hair fluttered over her forehead..
Her lip-gloss covered lips were what formed a gracious smile..
Her angelic white gown draped her so magnificently..
Her strong physique and confident facade were just a supplement to her immense beauty..
She was nothing but perfection — even with a broken hand.
I’m in a situation similar to the girl in the poem(although not as beautiful). Which is why this kind of poem struck my mind. 😀
Here’s a look at my hand, by the way 😛