The Better Dedicatory Post

This is a post. A dedicatory post. It's about a woman I met, in a summer long past. She came into my life as a dream, an image of perfection too perfect to be real. A girl by the name of Sarah. Sarah! A name far more fitting than Aphrodite to describe true beauty.

Words cannot describe the true beauty of Sarah, but I will make my best efforts. Such praises cannot remain unsung. Sarah was as beautiful as an exotic serpent, and equally deadly. Her flowing blonde hair must be cut regularly, for if it were allowed to grow, the sheer amount of radiance sprouting from her scalp would leave lesser beings blinded. Her voice is a swarm of butterflies, which envelops all nearby with its warm yet flowery insults. The smile that graces her face is an inverted, monochrome rainbow, dancing with the restrained grace and ferocity of a circus bear.

Once upon a time, I was smitten with the beautiful Sarah. Her feminine grace, her impeccable speech. Yet, I found that my affections were rejected. Today, I see this as a blessing. Surely, even somebody as wonderful as I was still not worthy of true perfection. So I let her go. Even so, I carry a piece of her in my heart to this day.

Though my words and my praises cannot truly express the greatness that is Sarah, I hope that my artistic talent will:

Yes, folks, she is really that skinny.

Sarah, you're beautiful.

Eat it, Marianne