It's easy to compare her to the Heavens. The sky corresponds to her disposition. The illustration of the sun rising translates her mood to a warm uplifting glow, while the sun setting sets off a dreary tone. Her beauty is much like the moon; a bright light glistening in the void of darkness surrounded by the meek grace of the other stars. Her love is similar to the wind, you can feel its touch but it remains concealed. She's to be described as nothing less than the Heavens; mysterious, unknown, and beautiful.
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