Does my eyes tell a story, I wonder what they might say. In the eyes of the beholder, the sight of me can't be just black and white or grey. Deep inside of inner thoughts, a devil or a saint. If I told you everything in open, I'm afraid that some of you will faint.

There's more in the view of blue deep ocean's of what you see. Magic, tragic, wishfull thoughts and pain with hurt of love, that is all a part of me. Can you see the real woman when looking in her eyes. Maybe there is well hidden secrets that a smile will easily disquise.