I want our love to be like pi, irrational and never ending.
I get uneasy meeting new people. So I am forcing myself to approach the prettiest girl in the room and introduce myself.
I am dying to kiss you, to hug you with my arms, to caress your skin, to reach your tenderness and your passion. To love you.
I want to make you tremolo.
You must be the square root of two cause I feel irrational around you.
Guy seeing girl walk in: And out of nowhere comes the sunshine!
Is your father a thief? 'Cause he stole the sparkle from the stars and put it in your eyes.
A face without freckles is like a night sky without stars.
If I move my lips half the distance to yours...and then half again..and again...etc. Would they ever meet? No? Well in this specific case I am going to disprove your assumption.
If your heart was a prison, I would like to be sentenced for life.