‘Thine eyes speak the truth of the past, present, and future. Beneath the depths of kismet lies more—a secret of the earth—a secret to life. Thine flush upon thy tender cheeks is the beautiful shade of crimson when the sun fades into twilight. Thine porcelain skin captivates my attention…something ethereal…like the new moon of each month to bless all with illumination. You enlighten me. Thine breath is that of the world, the sustenance of my soul. And thine beating heart is the sweetest of melodies—the most sinful taboo. Keep all these glorious wonders safe, for if thine eyes, thine flush, thine skin, thine breath, and thine heart cease to exist, I shall perish in order to follow…’