My Angel Can Really Eat

Footprints Without Form or Shape

Her figure was as graceful as a startled swan, as lithe as a swimming dragon. Her radiance rivaled autumn chrysanthemums, her splendor spring pines. She seemed like a wisp of cloud veiling the moon, drifting like snow carried by the wind. Seen from afar, she shone like the sun rising through rosy clouds; viewed up close, she glowed like a lotus emerging from green waters. Her slender figure was perfectly proportioned. Like the graceful maiden a gentleman would adore, she wore dazzling silk robes