I only need one you from the world, because it's you. It's OK to be late.
I want to make a painting for you, with heart as pen, emotion as ink, love for you as content, and the rest of my life as starting point.
I love you not only because of who you are, but also because of who I am when I am with you.
Can you take a long shot for me? For a lifetime, you don't need montage.
Missing you has become my conditioned reflex.
Be your Somali ocean current, warm in winter and cool in summer.
Like how you can be dignified, I want to pass like a cold front, cloudy day, strong wind, heavy snow.
You are the bisector of the summer solstice. In my youth, you are the longest day.
Long distance love certainly has distance, but love has never learned geography, it does not know distance.
The equatorial border is cloudless, the sky is clear, love you said a thousand times, there is a response.