I wrote this four years ago, drunk.

There is no tempest that can destroy thy beauty. Nor is there a sun that can singe thy skin, and make it ugly. There is no wind that can uproot thy hair, and bald thee. the only thing that can destroy thee is thy creator. And thy creator is love and thus will not destroy thee. For thy beauty, and wit, and personality, make thee impossible to deny a throne. There is not devil that can temp thee for thy kindness and virtue makes thee incorruptible. There is only thee, and thee is all that can be. For what else would thee want to be? A cow? An ass? Nay, not even a mermaid could be as grand and wonderful as thee. The sun worships thee, and the wind caresses thy face with such tenderness; with such love. There is nothing that is better than thy smile, a thousand warriors would kill thy enemies to see that smile. That smile! Those radiant smiles! That wonderful laugh that angels are jealous of! What wonder! What greatness! Only your divine creator can exceed thy greatness and perfection of thy laugh, and only barely so.