Larissa, woman of magic, Your name is a poem, your soul is poetry. Your emerald eyes, pure fascination, Whoever gets lost in them, never wants to return. Your golden skin, drawn by the sun, Brightness that warms, enchanted beauty. Smile that shines, beacon of passion, Ignites desires in the coldest heart. Your body is a sculpture, soft temptation, Perfect curves, pure seduction. Your delicate features, painted like a goddess, Created by angels, by blessed heavens. You walk serenely, with an air of royalty, You are wind and calm, power and lightness. Larissa, your name rhymes with moonlight, You are a dream that lives, difficult to wake up. You are laughter, you are desire, you are sweet madness, You are a breeze that intoxicates with so much sweetness. If love were a star, you are a constellation, Queen of the verses of my heart.