If I could program the universe, I would allocate you and I in contiguous memory blocks.
If your heart was a prison, I would like to be sentenced for life.
You'd better direct that beauty somewhere else, you'll set the carpet on fire.
My love for you is like a concave up function because it is always increasing.
I always get cuts and bruises because every single day, minute and second I keep on falling in love with you.
Don't stop! I don't usually get to see beauty in motion.
Consider this your two-minute warning... before I kiss you.
I've fallen for you and I can't get up.
I love you more than 20th centrury composers love atonality.
I want to make you tremolo.