Love is the chorus of you. You are a song with angelic verses beautiful. You are a storm — your rain is warm and sensual. You are my calm; the rapture of you is so fucking wonderful. The vastness of the love you hold is immeasurable. The secret depths of your soul are more precious than refined gold. Diamonds are your eyes; your lips are more supple and sweet than raw honey poured over the sweetest peach. Your smile is the glory of infinite starlight. You are heaven within my reach.