Her presence stood tall on the highest tree. Elegance dripped from her veins as the ocean breeze swept her away. Worth. She is worth more than those green leaves that fall in a wallet. She is worth more than those fairytale princesses who vanish within the midnight hour only to stress their prince to panic. Her worth would top any mountain that gleams in the horizon, any vision that is imagined within the spectrum of night dreams. She embodies the glow of an empress draped in her smooth olive skin that shines so bright. She is worth more than your fables and made up lines spoken to grab the daylight out of her eyes. She is worth a thousand and plus of smiles that would cause her cheeks to rise. She is worth more than any girl you have laid eyes on in the past, more than any tulip that has swayed in the apple green patch, more than the moon’s gleam in a starry night.
Her worth is of utmost beauty. And she deserves more than what you have envisioned is considered worth.
a woman who is worth it