I love it when I see them. Those two lady beauties, those twin faces. Their skin is like the snowy Sierra mountains in winter, A Bianca so pale and that catches all the light shining around them. Those twin smiles radiate two mysteries of the same coin. One a mystery so solemn and careful, you could never sneak up on it. The other a playful mystery, that with a rascal excitement Is ready to drag you with it to find the answer. They are beautiful! The most unique beauty I have yet beheld. Their presence is like a storm in the far distant sky, The air is warm prior the approach of something powerful. Their singing voices echo through the air and like a siren’s song Brings you in so you will listen closer. Don’t stop singing. Don’t stop. I am like a smiling child when I see them, Those two twin beauties.