I don't need neurons to stimulate your sensory system.

You must be a cell, cause my DNA is all in you.

I'd be the photon to your electron and take you to an excited state.

I wish I was your second derivative so I could investigate your concavities.

Hey baby, what's your sine?

Being without you is like being a metric space in which exists a cauchy sequence that does not converge.

Let me integrate our curves so that I can increase our volume.

My love for you is like the derivative of a concave up function because it is always increasing. We're going to assume this concave up function resembles x^2 so that slopes is actually increasing.

Does your skin feel burnt? Because I think you must have just fallen down from heaven, and re-entry would have caused some problems for you.

Your eyes have a perfect wavelength of 563.4 nm.