Her eyes are that of the bright clear blue sky shining through the clouds of judgement.
Her skin is smooth and full of innocence, as if untouched by man.
Her secular smile is small but can only be paralleled by the beautiful crescent of the moon in a dark starry night above. The kind of smile that can warm even the most cold hearted of people.
Her hair is the gold Old Kings search for, but can never find.
Her cheeks are full of compassion that describe her emotions with every expression.
Her lips stand out with the color of a ripe plum in a field of fig trees.