Love, the epitomy of beauty, is lying in the beautiful fields with you. His toga is loosely fitted, his chest visible. He turns to you, his bright eyes and white hair glowing in the moonlight.

How had he fallen for you? You considered yourself an average mortal, but he loved you for you. “You know,” He whispered, tilting his head with a soft smile. “I cannot think straight, due to your beauty clouding my judgement.”

He gazed at the night sky with a smile, holding your hand.