Verbally mystifying this untold love story expands the reaches and possibilities of the written word with new and exciting layers of storytelling. A relationship both forbidden and illicit comes this cautionary heart-throb about two daring and naive lovers who follow their hearts despite their fear of becoming outcasts. Lyrically bending the imagination with life-like beauty ARABALA is the kind of love story that you wish someone would finally tell. Visually stimulating and texturally rich this beautiful and brutal labyrinth of love effortlessly expresses a wild vivaciousness. Extremely intelligent with lyrical prose that read like a meditation this rebellious love is bedeviling and bewitching. An excruciatingly cruel and absolutely perfect torment teeming with angst and taut with every convincing fear that is close to the heart. "Time then stands still in one swelling moment as my curiosity draws me to be ever so still in thought. The indistinct sound that she makes stops my heart leaving these eyes that hold her climbing up in desperation to remember where I am. She is the first ever to seduce me, like a warm powerful melody, and with an absolute fascination. Conservatively sitting down behind the door reading I make note of the incredible lines that veer beyond the vantage of what beauty I can absorb. As if having stumbled upon an undiscovered passage at the center of nature’s secret that has led me to wonder. A woman if whose flaws were to unveil would only make her even more distinctly unique with beauty. Her ivory-colored complexion bears the brilliance of champagne balanced by a hint of ochre. Ringlets of black thread and pearl also lay gracefully alongside her charming features. Her lips look as if they speak of love often but only to herself. Her style and elegance and posture display the pure determination that she has made clear in her mind. The slight indent on the bridge of her adorable nose complements her slender face and endearing qualities. Her elegance alone surpasses any expression that I have ever before encountered. There she sits in long black dress pants with the perfect crease down the front. Her small feet showing through her black sandal-like heels that wrap around her thin ankles. Her pants waistline reaching up passed her hips secured by a leather belt and designer buckle. She wearing her grey-collared dress shirt tucked in, allowing only me to make note of those lines that press firmly and loosely against her body. Trying to pretend that she has not gathered my attention I attempt to turn my head without saying anything to her. Not even a smile. But in that same moment that she raises her head to look at me I can do nothing but stare right back. Seeing that she is used to the ridiculous lust of delusional roosters who can hardly love themselves––let alone know how to love a woman with absolute and unconditional favor. Watching her look up at me she questions the beauty that most men believe her to possess with an almost displeased notion of herself. Her eyes seem to almost deepen with a sorrow that only I feel impelled to acknowledge. It is her second take of me that gives her away and it is her argument of self that moves me with a determination to reveal within her all that causes me to marvel. I feel anxious to know her and anxious to explain to this beauteous creature why there is no need to question. For the first time in my life I feel the strongest desire in my heart to give this one woman the one true peace that I have only now found. Silly I know. Only in the eyes of such grace whose heart longs for those answers do I now feel relinquished to impart. Her haunting eyes seem to climb inside of my body where my soul can rest no more. It is her faint smile that lifts me up and tears me down. It is this feeling that I now consider to be that great mystery––even that mystery worth knowing and loving for as long as my body gives me breath."
Arabala | 
