MY FRANCESKA, MY LOVE, While the world tries in vain to translate the beauty that resides in you, I feel that other people's words always come up against mere attempts. They may scribble over the sparkle in your eyes or the sweetness of your smile, but only in my heart resides the exact melody that your soul dances to. Others may offer rhymes and metaphors, but I am the one who truly feels the unique pulse of your being, the secret symphony that echoes in your every gesture. The words that spring up in me when I think of you are not mere verses; they are the very essence of our encounter, the living ink that immortalizes each moment we share. Because, you see, my love, your charms do not fit into ready-made stanzas. They demand the total surrender of a soul that contemplates them with the purest admiration. And that soul is mine.