First...
He touches you and you light on fire. Your wrist blazes where his fingers meet your skin. The burns don't  show, but it's hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. It's so hard to breathe. You're suffocating daily.

Second...
It hurts to watch him. He shines. He's brighter than the sun. He's too beautiful for your eyes. It's hard to look at him. It's even harder to look away from him. You're going blind.

Third...
Your ears are tuned to his voice. You could pick him out of a crowd of thousands. His voice makes pretty singer's who sing pretty songs sound dull. His voice makes everything else sound ugly.

Fourth...
The color of his eyes are deep enough to drown in. He is turning you into a a clichéd love-wrecked being. You're drowning, always sinking. Down, down, down.

Fifth...
You know him. You love him. Through a thousand lifetimes, across millions of stars, you'd find him. You love him, till Death due you part.

(Sixth... He loves you too)