The beauty of an Asian woman

There is no measure or gauge that can express the warmth of an Asian woman’s smile. Even to a stranger she looks upon him as if a friend. That eyes that yield such unconditional tenderness look upon thee like an old lover or a love soon to be. As if those beautiful, mysterious eyes and entrancing gaze could see something I couldn’t. What does she see when she see’s me?


For J.M.

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