The She Part I

who is she, I do not know. I have never met her never spoken to her never heard her speak nor have I heard of her but there is something about her I dont know what but there is something.
She reminds me of all the beauty those poets of old spoke of all those virtues that men so desire in a woman; the big bambi deer eyes, lovely red lips that twist into a perfect million dollar smile that goes from ear to ear. I wonder what she looks like when she smiles I imagine a sort of radiant white light being emitted from her face a light so bright it could light up an entire room, one that would fill up even the coldest most bitter of hearts with a warmth they never felt before.She has huge cheeks so incredibly chubby and googlie mooglie you could play with them all day, like a big adorable cat, a punch faced persian cat. I have often times thought of how she would react to someone pulling on her cheeks; I imagine it would annoy her make her flare up with anger, but not real anger not the raging cursing kind of anger, no she is too much of lady for such a reaction, I imagine its more like a mock anger.
She truly is a gem, perfect in every regard. A million eyes look at her and a million eyes envy; envy her beauty, envy her happiness. She is a true diva scores of crowds gathering around here where ever she goes, always the heart of the party, always the most adored, always the center of attention loved and spoiled by all.
But lets be honest for a moment I never fell for any of that crap nope what appeals to most normal folks has seldom ever attracted my attention; no its not the twinkle in her eyes that intrigues me nor is it the the curvature of her smile that draws me to her there is something else. I dont know what it is, words cannot describe it nor can rationale justify it there is just something about her; there is a kind of sadness in her eyes a small fleeting hint of sadness. Her smile it feels fake at times makes you wonder if its all an act if there is more beneath the surface, as if a princess were locked away in a tower calling out for help. Her smile talks its telling us something telling us of a person she has locked away deep inside the confines of her mind binding her heart and her self with the shackles of society. 
That smile, that twinkle, that glow its that other her inside her the who wants to come out a rebel, a lover, a philosopher, a deviant an alter ego that has been locked away for so long that it has been depressed and pushed so far back into her subconscious that not even she knows it exists any longer. I feel that alter ego calling to me, it is her I truly seek an audience with, it is her who I feel a connection with it is her who I want to get to know someday...
to be continued