You must be a mirage because you're so beautiful and I'm having a heatstroke.
I feel comfortable being myself when I'm around you.
You make me feel special.
Last night I matched each star with a reason for loving you. I was doing great until I ran out of stars.
I don't know if you've been mentioned in a prophecy with Voldemort lately, but you're definitely my chosen one.
I used to believe in natural theology, but since I met you I've converted to divine revelation.
Millions and millions of years would still not give me half enough time to describe that tiny instant of all eternity; When you put your arms around me and I put my arms around you!
I like you more than Umbridge likes pink. And torture.
I want to have your children and lie to them about Santa.
You make me want to be a more obedient dog.