Oh, my goddess.

Your beautiful figure is so radiant that I dare not even steal a glance.

That smile, the one that keeps shining only for me, is also beautiful. It must be a lovely smile meant only for me.

That laughter, like the delicate melody of a harp, and everything about you. Yes, the immense grace of you, my goddess, and every bit of your noble worth. They are my gift and the driving force that allows me to breathe.

My goddess, who I wish existed solely for me, please do not search thoroughly under your bed during the nights you sleep soundly. It is certain you would be disappointed to see how pathetic I am... Just please, sleep as if you were dead right before my eyes.

Oh, my goddess. Goddess... my Aphrodite... my breath... my life...

Would it be alright if I kissed your beautiful face just once?

In truth, you might already know, though it no longer matters if you do, but I, who watch you every single day... can no longer be satisfied with staying so far away...

A night like tonight. Because there is no moonlight today, and the silver rays that would illuminate you are slowly sinking away.

...That figure, you... today...