FIRE

The first time I asked her out, I remember thinking, "Wow, how does anyone get that red? She looks like she's on fire!" And Merlin did she look angry! Her glowing green eyes had darkened and sparked until the term "glowing" seemed depths below the truth. Her porcelain face had converted into a crimson so deep she had fires everywhere beat. But her hair was the true anomaly. The deep auburn red had seemed to crackle around her, giving off the impression that at any moment she might breath fire on me and I would forever be condemned to the flames of her passion. It was at that moment I loved her.