i really love her. i saw this pretty face down the street on a summer's morning and the glow of sunlight shining on the golden strains of beauty coming from the top hemisphere of her head was fascinating. also the glowing radiating from her skin was lighting with beauty flowing through her sensual body. it made me feel weak in the legs after feeling guilty of getting the opportunity to look at something so pretty which some people never get the chance to see. but i want to know her persona, the beauty within the shell of prettiness. would shelove me out of my entitlements, or would she love me for my character or would she love me for her status to exalt to higher levels that have never been reached before. how can i pass this obstacle of love's oblivion?