A young woman with elf ears. Black straight shoulder-length hair. big brown eyes. A little tanned skin

She was not like any goddess I had ever seen, for they were too distant and cold for my liking. She was an elven beauty, a rare and exquisite sight that stirred my heart and soul. Her features were flawless, her eyes sparkled like jewels, her hair flowed like silk. She was a vision of perfection that I could not take my eyes off. I wanted to admire her, to desire her, to cherish her. I wanted to write poems and songs about her, to make her smile and laugh, to make her mine. She was the kind of beauty that inspired romantics like me, that made us dream and cry.