*in her words
You are better painted in Chiaroscuro.
Watching you move, talk and be, I feel you are always on the brink of something - great. Tragic. Magic. Orgasmic. I don't know...but something great.
You are (to me) a levy that is about to shatter, a floodgate seconds before it opens, or that final breath that cast before two hands finally (finally!) touch.
You're beautiful. You're the stuff art films are made of. Please realize that.
