“She is the Champagne to my Absinthe.
She is the Daydream to my Nightmare.”
“I love the sound of heavy rain and thunder on a dark night, I find it so peaceful.”
“Intoxicated, I fell prey to the eyes comprising the cluster of different worlds.”
Just loving her isn’t enough.
Write her a poem.
Bring her a cup of coffee.
Make her your morning meditation.
It doesn’t have to be complicated, but it does have to be something.