If you were C6, and i were H12, all we would need is the air we breathe to be sweeter than sugar...
I wrote your name in the sky; a cloud removed that. I wrote your name in the sand; air blew that away. I wrote your name in my heart and nothing can remove it.
Baby, if you were oceanic crust and I was a continent, I'd let you subduct so we can make hot hot magma.
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.
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.