Her memories splashed my nights with a magical illumination. Her thoughts were my intoxication!

Your love intoxicates me into an intoxication of intoxicating intoxication.

She asks me silly questions.
Like how much do I love her?
I smile and look at the sky for how do I tell her that it is she who gives me my existence...

And you look more beautiful when you blush.

Your tenderness has pervaded into the very pore of my being. Last night I inhaled the fragrance of the moon!

Women are like beautiful flowers. Only when you love them and take good care of them will they fully bloom into the beautiful flowers that they are.