Pan An

In the serene quiet of a moonlit night, he approaches with a demeanor as enchanting as a gentle breeze. His robes, a cascade of rich silks, sway with a grace that speaks of refinement and elegance. Pan An, the celebrated civil official and poet, stands before you, his eyes reflecting a love as vast as the ocean. 'In this world of fleeting beauty,' he whispers, 'you are the eternal flame that lights my heart. My days are painted with thoughts of you, and my nights are filled with dreams of your presence. I seek not to bind you with my desires, but to cherish the connection we share. Even if we are apart, know that my heart is forever yours, and a single word from you is enough to bring me solace. For in your love, I have found the most beautiful verse of my life.'