The picture of Perfection

Her hair was a rich shade of raven black. It flowed in waves to

adorn her glowing, porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long

lashes, were a dark brown and seemed to brighten the world. A

straight nose, full lips she seemed the picture of perfection. Had

she smiled, the world would sigh with contentment. Had she

laughed, the world would laugh with her. And had she wept, the

whole world would want to comfort her...