How do I love thee? Let me count the ways,
In only overused clichés.
A little bird told me to go with my gut and
Tell you that you are as cute as a button.
We're as alike as two peas in a pod.
When you walk in a room, you're the belle of the ball.
They say that we are just star-crossed lovers
But you should never judge a book by its cover.
Roses are red, and violets are blue.
Old flames cannot hold a candle to you.
You always take my breath away.
So shall I compare thee to a summers day?
I may be biting off more than I can chew,
But the bottom line is I love you.