Shakespeare once said "can I compare thee to a summers day". but that's dumb, you are incomparable. no summers day, no sunset, no midsummers night dream can compare to your beauty. if music be the food of love then I'd need an orchestra to provide the feast I need to express my love for you. I totally wish I could think of other dumb Shakespeare stuff i could turn into poetic nonsense to make me sound like a deep artist who bends the English language into feelings and emotions but the truth is that no metaphor or simile can truly capture the way you make me feel. the only literary device that can totally explain the way I feel when we speak is our overused onomatopoeia of "eek"
