KarlaKonnor

You have a passionate look, as if with every blink you contained the fire of a thousand stars that once burned. In this intensity, your dreams burn, your desires, your fears, and a flame that never goes out. But at the same time there is a tenderness, a sweetness in you that baffles, as if love itself was hidden in your shy and sweet smile. You're not big, but who needs to be? When every step you take leaves a mark that the world remembers, that the soul celebrates? In your smallness lies greatness, In the delicacy of your gestures there is strength. You are the kind of person who doesn't try to impose himself, and yet no one can forget you. You don't raise your voice, but your laughter is the echo of a waterfall, your silence is the whisper of a flower opening at the first glimmer of dawn. You are small, yes, but your delicate hands contain worlds, your presence is like the fragrance of a rose that permeates everything in its path. When you walk, it's like the wind dancing around you, like the air getting softer just because of your walk. You are poetry in motion, a silent rhyme that is recorded in the memory of those who contemplate you, without the need for words, without the need for grand gestures.

You are the echo of the morning wind, a whisper that filters through the leaves, that sweet melody that no one sings, but that the heart listens to and cherishes. Small in size, but immense in soul, your silhouette is that of a moon ray that glides, almost dances, among the darkness, where dreams hide.

Your hair, black as the night, They unfold in dark waterfalls, waves of shadow that caress your back as if the sky itself kissed you. They are silks woven by darkness, ties of mystery and extinct stars that hide secrets that are never revealed, but that in your eyes, immense, one guesses them.

Ah, your eyes. two universes without limit, giants in their depth and their brilliance. The day is lost in them, Words drown and emotions reborn. Those eyes that not only look, but see, they caress with their burning passion and with his tenderness that, without saying anything, He envelops you in an endless embrace.

Your hair, black as the moonless night, It unfolds in waterfalls that the wind caresses, soft and light, while the world stands still to watch their dance.

Each strand is a sigh, a hidden melody that only the winds know, like secrets kept in the shadows of your dreams.

Your eyes, black and giant, whole universes inhabited by stars that flash to the rhythm of your heart. These are abysses that invite to lose, where passion flares in the dark.

To look at you is to sail in the deep waters, where the soul fades.