She was beautiful, of that I promise. Her long blonde hair reaching just barely to her hipbone; or was it brown with little red streaks, falling only to her shoulders? Or perhaps it was jet black, cut off suddenly and without warning at the nape of her neck, jagged and brooding. It could have been fiery red, then dyed a fierce lavender at the tips, or even all the colors of the rainbow tied into a bun resting atop her head. I can’t remember which it was; but she was beautiful, of that I promise.

I loved her eyes. They were the lightest blue you’ve ever seen, with dark spots along the outer rim. Or Maybe it was all dark blue, deep and mysterious, reminding me of the farthest reaches of the ocean. No, they were green. Green like no other green, light but not bright, a subtle, gentle whisper of a green. It’s likely they were brown, perhaps a light coffee with cream kind of brown, or a deep brown; dark eyes to match even darker skin. It escapes me now, what they looked like, but she was beautiful, of that I promise.

She had marvelous complexion. Her dark skin was perfect, solid; the deep brown never changed once, from her shoulder to her elbow to her hand. It suited her, it was steadfast. Or was it ever changing? Perhaps her skin was pale, dotted along the arms with moles, patches of white. Her face grew red every time she laughed, flushing out the constellation of freckles residing on her nose. Maybe she was somewhere in between, with a birthmark on her wrist and sun kissed caramel skin. It’s possible it was olive colored, a gorgeous, happy medium. I don’t know where she was on that color scale, but she was beautiful, of that I promise.

On a weight scale she was 190 pounds. Her wide hips and full face showed how soft she was, and how grown. She flowed from shoulder to breast to hip to foot with elegance. Or she could have been small, barely 5 feet tall, light as a feather. Her hands had not much padding to them and her features were etched clearly into her face. The wind could blow her wherever it liked, it seemed; showing the sensitive gentle woman she was. Or was she built strong, with defined biceps and large muscles in her legs? I remember she had small breasts and full hips, or was it the other way around; full breasts and small hips? I’ve lost it now, what her body did, but she was beautiful, of that I promise.

I wonder now what she looks like, she could be any of these things, I have no clue as to which. There is one thing I do know about her, even though I can’t seem to recall her features. Whatever color, whatever size, whatever hair style, whatever skin. She was beautiful. Of that I promise.