I have a question for you. “If your shadow is the second most beautiful thing in the world, which is the first?”.

The Earth must have done some noble work; that is why you were born here and not in the ocean among the fishes and not in the sky among the birds.

I think poverty is not the worst thing in the world, blindness is, because blind people cannot see your beauty.

The air is full of flying kisses sent by the people who are watching you.

I always have many roads to travel, but I take the one which leads to you.

There is no cosmetic to gain a beauty like yours.

The darkest hour of my day is the one in which I don’t get to see you.

I am sure that God has given all his time in making you, the remaining human race has been created in haste.

Every time I see you, I have to admit that rest of us are more uglier than I thought.

With you as an inspiration, a painter will create his best painting, a writer will write his best literature and a poet will create his best poetry.

Nothing. In fact, you’d have to pay me.

I thought of writing a summary about you, but when I finished it was a book.