You must be the North Star, because the light around you guided me here.
Let's find a cozy little bed and breakfast where we can check our email.
I wish your hair was made of mistletoe, so I'd always have an excuse to kiss you.
I am a seeker, are you my golden snitch?
Millions and millions of years would still not give me half enough time to describe that tiny instant of all eternity; When you put your arms around me and I put my arms around you!
I will stop loving you when an apple grows from a mango tree on the 30th of February.
I must be in a museum, because you truly are a work of art.
I'll give you kiss. If you don't like it, you can return it.
Of all your beautiful curves, your smile is my favourite.
Let's go back to my room and do some math: Add a bed, subtract our clothes, divide your legs, and multiply.