I wish I was your second derivative so I could investigate your concavities.
Since distance equals velocity times time, let's let velocity and time approach infinity, because I want to go all the way with you.
Being without you is like being a metric space in which exists a cauchy sequence that does not converge.
Your beauty cannot be spanned by a finite basis of vectors.
Does your skin feel burnt? Because I think you must have just fallen down from heaven, and re-entry would have caused some problems for you.
I'll show you my tan lines if you show me yours.
I want to tell you your fortune. [Take her hand and write your phone number on it.] Your future is clear.
If LOVE was written on every grain of sand in the Sahara Desert that still doesn't equal my love for you.
If you were oxygen, I would be an alkali metal so i could get in you and explode!
You are the photon to my photosystem: you excite my electron until I reach my reaction centre.