The true perfection of man lies not in what man has, but in what man is.

My love for you is like a summer rose;
Always blooming, hardly dying.
My love for you is like a newborn kitten;
Cautious, yet soft and sweet.

My love for you is like a well-written book;
You can open it again and again.
My love for you is wide as the ocean and deep as the sea.
My love for you is everlasting,
Always patient, and true