We're like hot chocolate and marshmallows. You're hot, and I want to be on top of you.
I can't take my eyes off of you. Unless, of course, you notice me. Then I'll quickly look away and act like nothing happened.
You look like the morning sun after a long night of darkness.
I'd like to be reincarnated as one of your tears, because I'd be born in your eyes, live on your face, and die on your lips.
Everything about you is perfect except one thing, you aren't married to me.