Every time she walked to him, her face turned into a scarlet of shame. She found him more enthralling because of that wispy wool grey hair, that whenever his in the sun they bright up like diamonds. He always had on those cream pants that flattered his tone exquisitely. And his shirts.....always white like a snow blanket that when he cuddled her into his arms she felt every blood drop in his stream. His enlightenment to her, has always been intoxicating, that without them she’d be lost in a land of silence. When he steams off,  she glares upon him with excitement because that’s where she sees his ambition to build an empire .where she sees his ambition to build an empire .