"You are adorable, mademoiselle. I study your feet with the microscope and your soul with the telescope."
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Why settle for metaphors? How about I turn that simile into a smile?
Hey, baby, you’re not Paradise Lost, you’re Paradise Regained.
Has anyone ever told you that you look like an ancient Chinese scroll? Because I can't stop looking you up and down.
I don't mean to brag, but I'm one of the fastest speed-readers in the tri-county area.
Excuse me, could you point me toward the Self-Help section? I need some advice on how to approach a gorgeous guy in a bookstore without seeming creepy.
I want to read you from cover to cover.
Are you Charlotte Brönte? Because you're a breath of fresh Eyre.
I could say that I wandered lonely as a cloud before I met you, but what are these Wordsworth if you won't go out with me?
You must be a narrative hook. Because you’re stuck in my mind.
You’re like a dictionary—you add meaning to my life.