You are beautiful and you are alone.

Thou art my loveliness, my life, my light, Beauty alone to me.

My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.

I think you’re beautiful, the only beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.

You are beautiful but you are empty. One could not die for you

It is you I have been able to love, you alone in all the world. You can have no idea of what that means. It means a spring in the desert, a blossoming tree in the wilderness.

The only thing I want,
The only thing I need,
The only thing I choose,
The only thing that looks good on me...is you.

If you do not love me I shall not be loved. If I do not love you I shall not love.

For you alone I ride the ring,
For you I wear the blue;
For you alone I strive to sing,
O tell me how to woo!

You are beautiful, but you are empty. One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you — - the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars; because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or bloated, or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.

As for me, to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this is my destiny and the meaning of my life.

For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.

Which is why we say I can't live without you meaning your life gives life to me, who am otherwise an empty vessel, nameless.

Only God, my dear,
Could love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.