It is difficult to talk about what we cannot measure or explain. All the beauty and charm contained in this woman is capable of making anyone transcend and forget what they are. She exudes lust and glamour that none of the inspiring muses of the most praised tales were able to hold. She is temptation in the form of a woman. She is the perdition of any eye that sees her. She is the forbidden fruit that once tasted will never be forgotten. If it is perdition, it is also salvation. With a smile, she brightens any day, even the grayest ones that life sends us. With the brightness of her gaze, she petrifies, hypnotizes, intoxicates. You are privileged to contemplate the union between the sacred and the profane, between the celestial and the mundane. Whoever has eyes can see such perfection and even if out of tune, sing in song the laurels of glory of seeing this goddess in action. You are enchantment, you are refuge, my path and my perdition, sun in my nights, comfort to my being, my sweet passion. There is no word capable, but that my eyes tell me the good you do me.