Her voice –
like the sound of a butterfly fluttering its wings.

Her breath-
like the gentle breeze of summer.

Her eyes –
like the moon’s glow on a star-less night.

Her words –
like the symphony of a flute played at dawn.

Her steps –
like a cat walking among her kittens.

Her lips –
like a rose’s petal in the morning dew.

Her fragrance –
like a garden blooming with jasmine.

Her gestures –
like grass swaying in a mild breeze.

Her touch –
like that of Midas.

Her wrath –
like Gods showering rain, thunder, and storm.

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