In the realms of imagination, she exists, my beloved, with a heart as soft as the furs of a sheep. A smile so rare, known only to a chosen few. In her presence, I learn the art of prayer, a connection that transcends the earthly realm.

I wish to ascend to the celestial realms, whispering words of adoration that would compel Hesiod himself to pen epic verses in her honor. To describe her...