Beauty born 06.05. Lost in her wonder.
She is the kiss of sunshine, the breath of morning in my lungs. In the well pools of her eyes I see dreams unfolding. Beauty defined.
Sweet Kelyne. Her spine is sturdy. Unmoving unshaken. The intricate thoughts of her mind cast far and deep in past, present and future. A woman of vision. A pearl in a field. Her voice is the sound of the waters, ebbing and flowing as a
sweet caress to the soul. In the symphonies and melodies of His tapestries God formed her. Filled with song, her curves and lines, flowing and undulating, what a trophy to behold. To set upon the pedestal of hearts. Acclaimed and lifted for all. Oh
sweet Kelyne.
Star of the mornings. Her full lips whisper of promises. Of
sweet passions to be had. Her smile as the ray of sunshine on a
day of clouds.
Oh virtuos Kelyne. Thoughtful and wise. Deep and compassionate. Her arms and open embrace and warmth. Such hope and
love for a resting place of many.
Ravishing Kelyne. Lover of shawarma,
pizza and pork. A pure delight of her
heart.
Articulate, gentle and singular. Confident in who she is.
Ever evolving from the inside-out, aware of the Promises of God and
heart of the Father. She is a beacon to the lost and a hope for the weary. Day by day showing off the multiplicity of beauty of and Grace. Great physician
