There’s truth in the attraction that moment when eyes are seen. There in a gothic vase there are a grouping of flowers tied so tightly in the middle their stems struggle to drink. Imagine the strong, sensitive hands that had to be careful not to harm the flowers. The mind that picked each gem placing them with caution sometimes girls prefer sensitive gentle hands with an eye on the details. One cannot know or decipher the reason why a feeling grows. To that voice inside that’s often replaying a looping song it won’t leave the mind. Constantly going over lyrics only to imagine them happening deep in your private thoughts you hear the trigger words. A strong single attraction consuming the whole inside. This is the attraction that wasn’t supposed to happen. Mademoiselle wearing something different beauty comes from the inside a style that takes a lifetime to achieve and or design. I am drawn to her independence, how she controls the others speaking her love language she does not mind taking on the challenge, as others depend on her. She’s a strong powerful force that demands finite attention she is the one in a million I’ve come to cherish without the use of my words.