The most beautiful girl I saw was on the internet and I tried image searching but can't find her name lol.
There is one singular Angel whose majestic, beaming personage stands alone more than any pink diamond, resplendent and ravishing. I drove from my home to the Marin Headlands to overlook the Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco, the bay and the ocean at 4:30am. The murk of the night, with wispy collections of fog flying by, was no match for the indelible, unforgettable Sinhalite-like pools which drew one's attention to the point of rendering the spectator helpless. They are more than twin windows to the soul, they are portals to pure heaven, the bewildering mind thriving behind them like a tall goalkeeper armed with peerless defenders before her domain. How pitiful the appearance of the city, of the windows encrusted with the fleeting glow of electricity, next to the glow which radiates about her. The ocean's tides, crashing into the rocky sheer cliffs of the headlands below cannot compare in ferocity with the power of her visage and of her ideas and her character in thundering and reverberating against my inadequately-appreciative mind. She could be viewed as a witch in previous eras, a trap set by the deities or fates to ensnare all those who have known perfection by seeing her. Yet her magic is laced with tenderness and temperance. The northern and southern towers of the bridge are poor substitutes for her heart-stopping eyes; for her twins are infinitely more imperious and looming, yet benevolently so, in their naturally graceful splendor. Sensuous lips so stark and unparalleled in their unequalled sumptuousness, they appear as though molded by Cupid himself. Yet her outward appearance is only fair warning to the bedazzled, for her spirit, lodged behind even her tenacious brain, is the only more gorgeous uncontainable element. And, so, as dawn approached, and the violaceous lighting finally gave way to the reign of the sun with the ochre rays of a new day splashing against the bay and forging a new golden regnant spawned from the unyielding, ceaseless thoughts of her, the picture became complete--for as marvelous as the sight was, it could only suffice as a meager analogy to one of her ineffable smiles.