Aphrodite, Medusa before the pain or Artemis, whatever it is you picture her to be, she is more than that. The cotton texture of her hair even more soothing to the eyes are more soothing when you feel the tender nature of her lips would draw your appraisal and worship even before you even have a chance to want. Her skin more appealing to the eyes than the Sahara desert or even the Aurora Borealis Gold is her vein, running through her entity much so that even king Midas would have wished for her. Her eyes, the window to your body, how could she make me see my life and all I wish is for by merely looking into them. She lives in a world designed only by her own enscspsulating emotions. Is she a goddess, a Queen, A mortal or more? What’s her purpose of existence, what’s her name? What do the records show? Simple, she is to you what you think she is.