-- Posted by Anonymous at 5:38 pm on Dec. 28, 2008 She makes me smile very bashfully. Her hair is like the sun, warm, yellow and abstract, a testament to her original garden, a well manicured plot at heaven's gate, where i found her, in passing god's estate. a ray of mind, a petal on her face. one of may, a great invisible embrace, to be known by the silent, to whom is given right, of a lullaby. this song be heard by, and loved by a person of vision, to whom she'll show colors unseen. all is made in a meditation. a moment of her choice. a pool of light pours from her eyes to her feet. this blessing washing all the dirt of travels that cannot be spoken to ears, for none can hear a song of air and shadow -- Posted by feels good at 5:39 pm on Dec. 28, 2008 ask her out -- Posted by Zetsuai at 5:39 pm on Dec. 28, 2008 Aww, did you write that? That's really sweet. -- Posted by twerp at 5:39 pm on Dec. 28, 2008 ok -- Posted by babecakes at 5:40 pm on Dec. 28, 2008 awwwwhhh. -- Posted by DawningMidnight at 5:40 pm on Dec. 28, 2008 aw -- Posted by ShellS at 5:42 pm on Dec. 28, 2008 Thats beautiful. I like the way you worded that. Good Job. I think if that if you truly feel that way about her then ask her out.