I am, who formed from caress and tears,
From love and hate, from happiness and fears,
I am the one, who comes to you in dreams,
In sweetest thoughts of sleepless nights... I am the perfect mix of scream and smile,
Of pain and bliss, of right decisions and mistakes.
I am, who’s called a perfect imperfection,
I am the death and I am resurrection... My soul is beautiful like morning light,
But like the Moon, I’m dangerous and I can fight...
I’m strong like wind, and weak like rose petal.
I’m tender, like a cat and like the cat I’m fatal...
I know that on this site I’ll meet the Man, who will not only GET from me, but who will open my soul... The Man, who will open my talents and make me happy... The Man, whose glaze will be more important for me than thousands of other men’s compliments and gifts... A perfect man for me is the man, who has twinkles in his eyes, who has happiness in his soul and who has hope in his heart...