The Awe of Touching a Woman’s Heart

From the sweet dew drops on the rose petals in the morning, to the blazing scenery of the sunset, to the gentle soothing cold breeze flowing through in dusk. Such marvel and beauty, I perceived from them. But none compares to the elegance of a woman whose day has been brightened, whose lips have been curved with a smile, who’s eyes have been squinted with bliss by a soul who simply sincerely wants a momentary glimpse of the vibrance of an emotionally moved lady.