How can I describe her? She walks in beauty. Her very footsteps cause blossoms to bloom. Her hair is a reflection of the sun's golden rays, and is as the finest oriental silk. Her face is utter proof that man was made in His image. When she smiles the stars weep, for their light does not compare. Her eyes are deep and profound. I myself have gotten lost in their depths. She is a muse, the ideal. I am like a madman, and she is the nymph who haunts my dreams. Her intelligence captivates me, and I am her captive. Though it is a captivity I wish not to be freed from.

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