A girl in red, with hazel eyes—she is the very picture of innocence, her smile an endless stream of joy that dissolves the melancholy of life. So pure, so precious, her eyes hold pearls of untold secrets. I gaze at her, a thousand words unspoken between us, as her presence lingers in the air, both familiar and mysterious. Beyond the surface, undercurrents swirl, silent and anonymous, yet she remains untouched by them, claiming she is nothing special.
To me, she is everything—a ray of light, a source of strength, and the embodiment of my faith. Her very existence is a poem in motion, filling the emptiness with rapture, as if time itself has forgotten to pass when she’s near. The stars witness us, the street lamps flicker in the distance, and the fountains sing a quiet melody—this is the world she inhabits, a soul so innocent, a mesmerizing angel who has stolen my heart.
She is a prayer, an ode to something greater, her very essence an ethereal rhythm, a mystic oscillation that courses through my veins. She is the sole center of my life, this girl with hazel eyes, a light that illuminates the darkest corners of my soul.