Ah, my sweet Marseille. You know that men are usually jealous creatures, who like to have control or at least the perception of control. But seeing for myself and the other gentlemen who have you as a muse and write in this space, with you there is no possibility of that happening. With all your intelligence, and your beauty and the fascination you exert, we men look like boys. We look at you as if we don't believe that image exists. We are stunned by the words that appear on our screen and we have no time to think about anything other than enjoying that moment with you. You know, I love the comment window. She mirrors the type of girl in the room, the type of fans she attracts, and the chemistry and influence she has on them. And yours, my sweet muse, is certainly one of the best murals here on the site.