As i stare to see what she looks like and why does she loves herself so much you can see the love spreading unconditionally, pacing through an wild terror of uglyness i could'nt bare to see the girl looking actually like me! she was as beautiful as the roses that are white and red and pink? she had a smile of a pretty egyptian princess? and her hair was sandy brown like grains of sand? and her eyes was as pretty as the hazelest eyes of them all, it's like it was a colorful rainbow in her eyes.. and there was only one word i called a girl like her, gorgeous.<br /><br />tamia wells<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-is-you-and-who-am-i/
