Recently, I met a girl name Victoria. At first, I did not have the idea of who she was at all, but of course, like any other strangers Victoria was completely somebody I never knew. Yet, the name Victoria did give me a deja vu in a way where her name appears to be unique and meaningful to me. I have always admired names like Victoria where it represents the class of aristocracy, royalty and elegance, and thus she was highly expected in my very eyes. And yet, a secrecy that lies beneath a Victorian.
Then, when the path came along where we met, the very first sight of Victoria was extravaganza as it felt an angelic orchestra was well and perfectly played all along. She has the silky smooth long wavy hair of a snow lady, fair skin complexion of an angel, eyes that gaze into the stars of universe, lips that sweetened with flavor of sweetness, a smile that speaks of harmony and joy, with cheeks blush originally pink, and of course the very beauty of a Victorian's uniqueness.
The moment where a soft voice passed along the path, it literally unfolds the light from lightyears distant afar galaxy. Never knew I had that her voice would be so harmonic and mesmerizing. The blink of her eyes felt like a wondrous closure of nature's beauty insight, yet the very blink that caught my heart with warmth and fear made a catastrophic fall of thunder from Zeus. Neither the power of mankind nor well-being could savior the soul of its victim. But then the very touch of her smile could be the deadliest of all, yet a trap it has where another step taken will be another fall.
As time goes by, the time taken has unfold the deeds of a Victorian. Her personality filled with uniqueness, her desire filled with strengths to fight against the world, and her beauty that represents identity which speaks of herself. But most of all, the heart that a Victorian possesses has never been seen or knew by any until the very day it bleeds. A heart of kindness, love and care, that protect what Victoria has, then which gives her the power to resist the desire of all in nature. Yet a stronghold within her heart gives the entity of Victoria's Secret. A secrecy that meant nothing but her own uniqueness.
As cold as she can be, the thirst of blood comes in the night where the full moon rises. During the day an angel she is where no one could reject the power she holds. But then, the fallen has never been forgotten where once a curse has brought upon, then comes the power of a victor's Victoria to bring victory of vicious victorious victor's Victorian's Victoria Secrecy. Every single touch she brought is lethal than any other vicious known venom to mankind, and yet it is the deadliest of all that broke the curse of One and gave freedom.
What deed does it bring? Victorian's secrecy has once long lied in the very path of mine and yet now it has become the reality of a dream. A dream that set beauty to its entity and present to mankind where the blood thirsty vampires do not touch a single drop of blood again. How harmonic could it have been? Years of indulgence in the unknown now comes the very real answer of dissolving the curse. Yet, only Victoria possesses a charm that will be the only thirst.
The Victorian's Victoria of the secrecy is indeed the Angel of darkness, the lust and thirst of blood of One is the hunger for more freedom and all that dwells within the nature. Spoke of a word she has, while I was right beside of her. Yet that smile she has given will never fade away in the memory heart of mine. Yet again, Victoria is none other than Victorian's Victoria rather than a secrecy with a thirst of blood and love. Deeds, indeed she has of desires of the very own life lies in Victoria.
By Jacque Yvez
Then, when the path came along where we met, the very first sight of Victoria was extravaganza as it felt an angelic orchestra was well and perfectly played all along. She has the silky smooth long wavy hair of a snow lady, fair skin complexion of an angel, eyes that gaze into the stars of universe, lips that sweetened with flavor of sweetness, a smile that speaks of harmony and joy, with cheeks blush originally pink, and of course the very beauty of a Victorian's uniqueness.
The moment where a soft voice passed along the path, it literally unfolds the light from lightyears distant afar galaxy. Never knew I had that her voice would be so harmonic and mesmerizing. The blink of her eyes felt like a wondrous closure of nature's beauty insight, yet the very blink that caught my heart with warmth and fear made a catastrophic fall of thunder from Zeus. Neither the power of mankind nor well-being could savior the soul of its victim. But then the very touch of her smile could be the deadliest of all, yet a trap it has where another step taken will be another fall.
As time goes by, the time taken has unfold the deeds of a Victorian. Her personality filled with uniqueness, her desire filled with strengths to fight against the world, and her beauty that represents identity which speaks of herself. But most of all, the heart that a Victorian possesses has never been seen or knew by any until the very day it bleeds. A heart of kindness, love and care, that protect what Victoria has, then which gives her the power to resist the desire of all in nature. Yet a stronghold within her heart gives the entity of Victoria's Secret. A secrecy that meant nothing but her own uniqueness.
As cold as she can be, the thirst of blood comes in the night where the full moon rises. During the day an angel she is where no one could reject the power she holds. But then, the fallen has never been forgotten where once a curse has brought upon, then comes the power of a victor's Victoria to bring victory of vicious victorious victor's Victorian's Victoria Secrecy. Every single touch she brought is lethal than any other vicious known venom to mankind, and yet it is the deadliest of all that broke the curse of One and gave freedom.
What deed does it bring? Victorian's secrecy has once long lied in the very path of mine and yet now it has become the reality of a dream. A dream that set beauty to its entity and present to mankind where the blood thirsty vampires do not touch a single drop of blood again. How harmonic could it have been? Years of indulgence in the unknown now comes the very real answer of dissolving the curse. Yet, only Victoria possesses a charm that will be the only thirst.
The Victorian's Victoria of the secrecy is indeed the Angel of darkness, the lust and thirst of blood of One is the hunger for more freedom and all that dwells within the nature. Spoke of a word she has, while I was right beside of her. Yet that smile she has given will never fade away in the memory heart of mine. Yet again, Victoria is none other than Victorian's Victoria rather than a secrecy with a thirst of blood and love. Deeds, indeed she has of desires of the very own life lies in Victoria.
By Jacque Yvez
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