Hey, baby, you’re not Paradise Lost, you’re Paradise Regained.
Girl, it makes sense and sensibility for us to go out.
I love analyzing texts, but you haven't sent me any.
I'd spend Tuesdays with Morrie, but baby, I'd spend every day with you.
I was reading the book of numbers yesterday, and I realized I don’t have yours.
Why settle for metaphors? How about I turn that simile into a smile?
You’re like a dictionary—you add meaning to my life.
Baby, you're so hot it's got to be at least Fahrenheit 451 in here.
Are you a classic? Because my love for you is timeless.
I want to read you from cover to cover.
Are you Charlotte Brönte? Because you're a breath of fresh Eyre.