My darling, your mind is a goddess,
Your body is a temple,
And I am but a worshipper, trying desperately to give you all that you deserve.
The only thing that can push the stars out of my eyes is the star that is your beautiful soul.
Every elegant word that passes over you tongue in through your lips captures the very essence my soul and I have to just stop and listen.
When Romeo says: O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Which roughly translates to: Oh, she shows the torches how to burn bright!
She stands out against the darkness like a jeweled earring hanging against the cheek of an African.
Her beauty is too good for this world; she’s too beautiful to die and be buried.
She outshines the other women like a white dove in the middle of a flock of crows.
When this dance is over, I’ll see where she stands, and then I’ll touch her hand with my rough and ugly one.
Did my heart ever love anyone before this moment?
My eyes were liars, then, because I never saw true beauty before tonight.
I sware Shakespeare must have been a time traveler because my god how that description fits you.
My darling, I always though I might be bad but now I'm sure that it's true because I thing you're so good and I'm nothing like you.
