A girl named Moon

My best friend in Thailand is beautiful both inside and out. My friend has a glowing persona, a charisma which isn’t likely to be overlooked. She glides about silently, rarely causing a stir. Her capricious and playful manner, always make it a pleasure to be in her company. Her soft laugh is nearly as mesmerizing as the elfin smirk that often accompanies it. Her small eyes appear harmless, but can cast forth an intoxicating gaze of undeniable force. I am helpless to defend against her smile, and without fail I must return it each time it is offered. These soft features and her tranquil demeanor form an aura of pulchritude that is not often encountered.