All my life I've thought women are magical creatures. Every single one I know I see magic inside and out.
"Under his forming hands a creature grew,
Manlike, but different sex, so lovely fair,
That what seemed fair in all the world, seemed now
Mean, or in her summed up, in her contained
And in her looks, which from that time infused
Sweetness into my heart unfelt before,
And into all things from her inspired
The spirit of love and amorous delight.
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye,
In every gesture dignity and love" - John Milton, Paradise Lost
Why are you all so darned magical? I wonder how you can even bear to be with stinky males sometimes :P