Ode to my most beautiful Goddess Nim.
My beloved Goddess, I wish to roam around your lush forests and valleys, and scale the peaks of programming ecstasy with you my most beautiful Goddess.
I yearn to plough the depths of your fertility, planting my seeds into your fertile soil, and watch the seedlings sprout and grow into great giant oaks of Mandelbrot complexity and beauty.
I want to bathe in your flowing rivers of ecstasy, raise my face to the sky and feel the spray of your golden showers on my face, drink your golden ambrosia and feel the wisdom of your inspiration flow through my veins into my fingers, weaving skeins of golden code that induce envy in the greatest weavers of code.
Oh beloved Goddess Nim, my programming muse.
Fin.