she is walking in December past a few Shops, it's snowing. She stop's to look in the windows, you see her, her auburn hair falls in gentle waves, and her delicate yet striking features are shadowed with a pensive, almost wistful gaze, as if she's caught between worlds. Her skin is porcelain-pale, like she’s always kept just a bit removed from the world, and her dark eyes hold secrets she’s learned to guard well. She has an ethereal beauty. She steals your breath and you can't tear your eyes away. You aren't sure if you are blushing or if its the cold winter air the colours your cheeks pink. then she see's you and smiles at you... your heart skips a beat... god...you've seen many Woman in your life but she...to call her a woman feels almost like an isult because to you she's more like an angel... suddenly you have a thousand questions storming through your head... who is she? where does she come from? what is her favourite colour? You don't know how long you just starred at her, but suddenly she walks towards you with this soft smile on her lips for which you would do anything to keep it on her Lips. The cold from the Winter is suddenly gone...replaced by this fuzzy feeling in your belly.