Excuse me if I’m rough around the edges, but it’s been quite some time since I’ve been so dumbstruck. Your beauty is that of the most glorious of pearls. Nay, not even that. Your beauty is perhaps finer than the rarest gem, gleaming in this sea of rocks. No. That can not be it. You are much too refined to be even compared to a gem.
Then what may I compare thee to? A summer’s day? No, for even Shakespeare can not describe the light radiating from your flawless face. This light that brings out all of your wondrous features, features that have me staring at the sun. A light that blinds me, yet keeps me warm. Warm enough to feel my heart beating. Beating because I am able to say that this deity of of all beings beautiful has chosen me to be her vessel.
You, my dear, are absolute perfection.
