My Zombie plan has been rewritten to include you.
You're the mini-cherry on top of the regular cherry on top of the sundae of awesomeness that is my life.
You make me melt like hot fudge on a sundae.
Were you forged by Sauron? 'Cause, Baby, You are Precious!
Baby, you're the only accept state of my finite automaton.
You are my semicolon; always present in everything I do.
Honey, you're so sweet that even my liver GLUT2 transporters would be at Vmax.
I miss you like an ischaemic heart misses its blood supply.
You seem awesome and I like awesome people.