The thing that I like the most about your voice is when you talk to me.
Baby, lets be like a 2nd order system with a zeta of zero. None decaying "oscillations" all night long.
My wish was to see a shooting star and apparently it came true 'cause I met you.
I've seemed to have lost my hug, can I have yours?
Don't tell me "See you tomorrow", tell me "See you later", as I am going to dream of you.
My house is definitely not a palace, but you are the princess of my heart.
I am dying to kiss you, to hug you with my arms, to caress your skin, to reach your tenderness and your passion. To love you.
Do you speak Elvish?
If I move my lips half the distance to yours...and then half again..and again...etc. Would they ever meet? No? Well in this specific case I am going to disprove your assumption.
I don't know how many times you've thrown me off-beat by marching next to me.