The Most Beautiful Woman Ever

Mister bower could not go down upon his knees on account of the mud. Neither could he offer joe his hand, except figuratively. For both were full. Passers by probably thought them a pair of harmless lunatics. They entirely forgot to hail a bus and strolled surely long. Little they cared what anybody thought, for they were enjoying the happy hour that seldom comes. Once in any life, the magical moment which bestows youth on the old,. beauty on the plain, wealth on the poor and gives human hearts a foretaste of heaven.