Your mind is fruitful and blessed with the most delicious seeds, and the face of an angel - if one shoud exist. I am convinced you are more than enough, and any mere mortal that comes into your life is just begging to be a second jewel. One that will never quite fit in, not with your exquisite diamond. And your eyes that have stored away the stars with its dark abyss are dangling presents in front of me. The apple I am inclined to bite.