Never has there been anyone like you. You are like an art resembling perfection, and that is true. I will be content holding your hand and feeling the beat of your heart forever without feeling blue.

How can you possibly be this beautiful? You are a piece of art. God’s masterpiece. Can we just pretend that I deserve you and you will be mine for the rest of our lives?

You are an art, you are perfection, you are one of a kind.

The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.