A form of illusion, of dream, of something that is inaccessible due to your personality as a woman and person, of course your beauty is easy to worship, but the one who writes is a man and person who confesses his inferiority before your presence and supremacy and the pride, honor that I feel for having the privilege of your contact, I am trembling writing imagining your eyes and voice and glimpsing such beauty and what I saw in my soul. Grateful for being able to have this gift and be accepted fully, where I never thought I could feel.