Princess, they say that external beauty is a reflection of the soul, but you are a constantly evolving work of art. I get lost in the sweetness of your voice and in the labyrinth of that warm and captivating gaze, where I try to decipher the enigma of a woman with secrets. If I were the master of time, I repeat, I would kidnap every second to spend more time by your side, appreciating you. Your smile is the blow that disarms my defenses, and your presence, an unforgettable trace in my memory. You are the melody that my soul has learned and the poetry I recite without saying a word. You are the perfect eclipse between the warmth of the sun and the mystery of the moonlight; for me, you are the constellation itself: an immensity of brilliance that overflows from your astral body and becomes eternal in your heart. Baby, you are my day, my place, and my hour. (reference LS)