Your blushing has my heart rushing, it is so sugar sweet.
In his blush was the poem of his gentle soul.
There's a kind of blushing that shows the soul, a sort of compliment to the eyes and the delicate sweetness within. It shows a connection, that the smile and shyness come from some deep emotion... and that's a beautiful thing, that's something real.
Her blushing was a kind of flowering, the sort of pink that brings champagne roses to the imagination.
In his blush was a genuine sweetness I'd been craving.
It is far easier to make loving bonds with the emotionally vulnerable souls, and so blushing so easily is a very good thing indeed.
Her blushing was catnip to my soul.
Your blushing is pink perfection; it is the hallmark of one who is true of heart.