You, with your high-pitched laughter and fluffy grin, your cackling laugh, all make me laugh. I love your energy and the way you pour yourself into everything you do. You are magic.
Every time our eyes meet, shivers run down my spine and butterflies cavort in my stomach. I am reminded of your little quirks, all of which I love.
You and me belong together, and our love is made up of stardust and pixie dust and fairydust all rolled into one.
We swim under azure skies and roll under the moonlight like a joint on fire. We soak up sunlight on sunny days, when the world seems on the verge of collapse. We sink into laughter which resonates with dainty hues.
Everything about you is a mystery and as brand new as history! We generate jealousy which is rare and dance with glee on forgotten numbers.
What makes you tick like a watch which never runs out? I love your lithe laughter and the way you frolick like lambs under a summer sun.
The shower seems stake when compared to your body rolled against mine, generating white heat and light. There is love here which runs like laughter and tastes of hidden wine.