My Elena, I just want you to know this. Your eyes are like magic. Your hair is like a waterfall.
Your wit is boundless. And you are ideally intelligent. Just smart enough to be clever, just dumb enough to not be smarter than me.
And your hyena laugh, well, that is just perfect. Others think it is loud, but it helps me find you in a crowd.
And your cooking, well, bad enough to keep others at bay, good enough for me.
You are my perfect, my dear.
Your only fault is that I can’t get out of your head.