I affection you.
Baby, I compassion the shit out of you.
I wrote you a letter for our anniversary and I signed it,
"with all the desire in my heart."
P.S. I like fucking you.
I when-you-kiss-me-I-get-butterflies you.
I want you.
I want you to hold me.
I want you to tell me I'm beautiful.
I don't want to sleep alone.
I really really wish that you'd say what you feel.
Four letter words don't mean as much when they apply to both pizza and you.