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What he said.
Why are you looking here?
They say you are what you eat, but before you, I hadnt thought it possible to eat angels. You are the Quaker's Oatmeal I eat for breakfast; imporivng my heart's health with each hearty helping. Your eyes - deeper and far, far more heavenly than the largest, sweetest, most chocolatey glass of chocolate milk. Unlike the milk in my fridge though, your beauty has no expiration date and shall never perish. Even more, you are like the spiciest bowl of curry; nothing else can even compare you how blistering hot you are. When we're together, our love is unstoppable like the Three Muskateers. Your love is worth more than 100 Grand, and your kisses, like a Bit-O-Honey. My heart is starving for your love, so wont you feed it?