I don't know if my lady wants people to know 1 serve her. But l can say her name is Dulcinea, she's from El Toboso in La Mancha, and she must be a princess because she's my queen. Her beauty is beyond human, matching all the perfect features poets describe: golden hair, perfect forehead, rainbow eyebrows, sun-like eyes, rosy cheeks, coral lips, pearl teeth, alabaster neck, marble chest, ivory hands, and skin like snow. What can't be seen is so beautiful it can only be praised, not compared to anything.