You are the photon to my photosystem: you excite my electron until I reach my reaction centre.
I'd like to transfigure you into my cloak. That way I can have you wrapped around me all day.
Speaking to guy/girl who's staring: You know, my mother always told me it was impolite to stare... So what do you say we dance?
Well if I were a painter, I'd put you down in paint. I'd hang you by the Mona Lisa and put that girl to shame.