If you cannot sleep at night, don't count stars, count on me.
If loving you was a crime, I would be in prison forever.
If beauty was a sin, God would never forgive you.
I just want to swab you up and down, then left and right, until we're both afebrile.
Emphysema puffs pink, chronic bronchitis makes you blue, but no COPD makes me as breathless as you.
I love you too much, but I don't know how to love you less.
I won't set my phone to silent just in case there's a chance I'll hear from you.
Every beat of my heart says your name.
Want to get dinner sometime? (Yeah, I'm old fashioned.)
I seem to have lost my hesitation with talking to strangers online, can I borrow some of yours?