You are the photon to my photosystem: you excite my electron until I reach my reaction centre.
Being without you is like being a metric space in which exists a cauchy sequence that does not converge.
Baby, if you were oceanic crust and I was a continent, I'd let you subduct so we can make hot hot magma.
You still use internet explorer? You must like it nice and slow.
You give Lipton's theory of loveliness new meaning.
You want to see my spaceship?
My love for you is the null hypothesis and you'll always fail to reject it.
I'd like to transfigure you into my cloak. That way I can have you wrapped around me all day.
Are you full of Beryllium, Gold and Titanium? Because you are BE-AU-TI Full.