Anaerobic respiration reminds me of how you take my breath away.
Shouldn’t we be carbon dating right now? Let’s get on with it.
Roses are red. Bromothymol is blue. My love for you doesn’t have an endpoint.
Baby, you make all my binary search trees balance.
You are photon quanta to my valence electron because you excite me to a higher energy level.
If you go out with me, I promise I won’t take you for granite.
In my own version of the periodic table of elements, the number one element is U.
I want to stick to you like glucose.
Baby, you’re like a student and I am like a math book, you solve all my problems.
You must have been born in an open cluster because you shine as if you were a young star.
Are you p>0.5, because I’d never reject you.
Did your parents work on The Manhattan Project? Because you’re the bomb!
Let’s act like we’re a couple of colonists and do a few intolerable acts together.
The direction fields of my heart all point to you.
Did you just swallow a magnet? Because I’m so attracted to you right now.
I know my math. And you’ve got one significant figure!
How about drinking some alcohol to catalyze your love reaction a bit more?
Are you a red blood cell? Because you never fail in delivering what my heart needs.
You’re the Higgs boson particle of my life… Because without you, my universe wouldn’t “matter.”
Your angles must be less than 90 degrees because I think that you are so acute.
Wow, you're undeniably exothermic! I bet you get that reaction a lot.
I’ll open your heart like Nixon opened the door to China in ’72.
I heard you like math, so what’s the sum of U+Me?
The Tsar Bomba, the most powerful nuclear explosive in recorded history, has an output of 57 megatons of TNT
And that pales in comparison to how much of a bombshell you are.
You have one compact set.
Your beauty is like Pi, never-ending.
Are you Google? Because you have everything I’m searching for.
If I were Columbus, I would sail day and night to reach the depths of your heart.
My love for you is like the universe… never-ending!
I sure hope you know set theory, ’cause I wanna intersect and union with you.
The two of us go perfectly together like hydrogen and oxygen.
Baby, you’re hotter than Rome under Nero.
You're hotter than sulfuric acid and sugar and you smell twice as sweet.
There’s an earthquake in my heart, and you’re the epicenter.
If I told you that you have a wonderful antibody, would you hold it against me?
You must be a 90º angle. ‘Cause, you’re looking right!
I think you might be a star because I can’t stop orbiting around you.
You are my loop condition. I keep coming back to you.
Let’s show Potassium and water that the two of us can make a more energetic reaction together than them!
I want to stick to you like cyanoacrylate.
You are the square to my root.
I'm attracted to you like the Earth is attracted to the Sun - with a large force inversely proportional to the distance squared.
Looking at the sediment grain size scale, it looks like you’re finer than silt.
Just like a blue supergiant star, you’re exceedingly hot and extremely bright.
I was working on my family history. Do you think it's too early to list you as a spouse?
Are you a centripetal force? Because you make my world go round.
If I freeze, it's not a computer virus. I was just stunned by your beauty.
You must be related to Alfred Nobel because baby you are dynamite!
You are beryllium, gold, and titanium all rolled into one. Simply BeAuTi-ful.
You are my belongingness to my Maslow's Humanistic Theory based on the Hierarchy of needs.
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