Our bitonal tendencies only augment our contrary motions baby.
Slow down girl, you're giving me a woodwind.
You're pretty emotionally unavailable for someone who shares every single one of their feelings on social media.
I'm not being obtuse, but you're acute girl.
Your earrings are the mirrors which reflect the moonlight into your eyes.
Good evening. May a thorn sit down amongst the roses?
If I were a neurotransmitter, I would be dopamine so I could activate your reward pathway.
You must be the North Star, because the light around you guided me here.
If beauty was a sin, God would never forgive you.