Pure Silk.

Paisly. Gingham. Calico. Simple complex and everything in between. The men of her life have been like a crazy quilt of random fabrics. Each different, the course, the soft, the complicated and the torn. At the center of this crazy quilt world lies the most beautiful of all fabrics. First glances don’t reveal much, but upon closer inspection one realizes that he is the strongest of strong, the softest of soft — pure silk. He shimmers with an understated glow, attractive and overflowing with hidden strength. Placing her hand on his cheek as he slumbers peacefully she realizes she would be lost without his strength, worth, and softness.