You are a miracle, and everything you touch could be a miracle.

You are the loveliest thing that I have ever known.

Your magnificence has made me a wonder. Your charm has taught me the way of love.

You are powerful. You are loved. You are surrounded by miracles.

I am profoundly enchanted by the flowing complexity in you.

You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known — and even that is an understatement.

You are mysterious, I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination.

I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything.

You're wonderful. Unique. I love you.

You have within you more love than you could ever understand.

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.

Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you.

You embody all that I was ever able to conceive of beauty and fearlessness and strange purity. Therefore it is evident I do not see in you merely Count Emmerick's third sister, but, instead, that ageless lovable and loving woman long worshipped and sought everywhere in vain by all poets.

Oh, my darling, it’s incredible, that someone so unforgettable should think I am unforgettable, too.