The romantic boy told her that her mother was like the oyster of the sea. Not because she carried the most beautiful shell, but because her daughter was a pearl.
She was the most beautiful treasure I have ever seen; hidden in the depth of the ocean, waiting for someone to pull her out.
The memories of beautiful moments are magical.
Not every sketch needs to be colored in order to be beautiful.
She is twice as beautiful as the moon and all of the stars together.
Like the most beautiful treasure I have ever seen, she was hidden in the depths of the ocean, waiting for someone to pull her out.