What happens if I love you? What happens now that I know the way I should take, the answers to all my theories questioning your facts, the solutions to all the problems, and my heart forces me to take the pathway of pain and misery in order to have yours beating next to mine? What does a man do when the obvious becomes obsolete and the agony intertwines with the overflow of feelings for which words have not yet been invented to describe everytime I see you smile? 
    You are the ideal woman in an unideal world, a dream from which I desire not to wake and the most flawed person with the most perfect of smiles. You are the melody that runs through my veins when my hands play with your body on the few ocassions I have the miraculous privilige of having you close to me. You are the person I dislike the most and the queen for whome I would sacrifice entire nations for. You are the nightmare of my reality and the daydream of a lifetime. You are without a doubt, the love of my life.