She appears with yellow paints on her hair,
The curly hair moisture with shades of yellow,
The breeze moving into her hair turns her face,
A beautiful intuition with love to follow her,
And see her beauty pleasant with eyes open,
Her lips and her cheeks are moisture of red paints,
Those are locking phase of sharp tangent of love,
Sweet smiling gives birth to kiss her lips,
Moments of conversation comes true in scenes,
Those are participation of dream in life
With enthusiasm, I love it. Her beauty is not bound.
The yellow bargains wishes in the light in her loving beauty.