Scarlett is the most fascinating
person on earth.
She has flaming
red curls that reach her ribcage and the most stunning ocean-blue eyes. Her skin is
soft and pale like ivory and speckled with a few freckles. Her lashes are delicate and
long, but dark and complimentary. Her nose is straight and pointed like that of a Greek marbled statue.
She’s a musician and artist with immense
talent and skill in a multitude of instruments, including the drums, guitar, violin, piano, and of course her angelic vocals. Her voice is like a gentle ocean breeze that caresses your
face with sea salt and the taste of freedom. She’
s elegant and soothing like a sip of the most delicious beverage. The unevenness in her teeth is barely noticeable until close enough you could ask her to close her mouth and kiss it. Every
single time is like the first and her entire essence is warm and embraces you like the first rays of
sunshine on a chilly moonlit morning.
Her existence is the only sign from
god I believe in, and the way her eyes light up when something catches her attention is the only blessing I need. Her mind is too vast and poetic for me to articulate properly. Her knowledge and intellect are immeasurably. She is the tenth muse that I sing home about, even if my voice can’t hold a glass to her melody.