Heavy on my privacy, what you see is what I allow.

Who wants a rose, must respect its thorns.

Better an oops than a what if.

Her aura is made of poetry, roses and galaxies.

She is passion embodied, a flower of melodrama in eternal bloom.

Beauty is in the way you hold yourself. It's how you treat people, how you love, how you accept and value yourself. Beauty is in your soul.