What's that on your face? Oh, must just be beauty. Here, let me get it off. Hey it'not coming off!
I believe that it was Socrates who opined, "Know thyself." Well, I already know myself, how about I get to know you?
I wish I was one of your tears, so I could be born in your eye, run down your cheek, and die on your lips.
When I said I'd die single, I only meant that I didn't think I'd live long enough until I found you.