Hello to your gravity. And hello to your ego. Hello to your majesty. Hello to you. Majestic. Royalty and suaveness. Like patron and mango nectar. Yes. That exactly how to smell to me. That’s your scent. That’s you. Colossal. Beautiful. Larger than life in your sexiness. Larger than life. Period. Hark! An angel gains its wings whenever you smile. I said you are a monument. A spectacle. And I’ve always been fond of magic.