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.
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?
Hey, baby. Can I be your Mrs. Right? (Who cares if we're still young? It only means we get to spend more time together.)
If you go away for a while then go back you say: "I remember you being pretty, but not this pretty."
I love you and I will love you until I die. And if there is a life after that, I'll also love you then.