Let me paint you, my pen a brush, your smile my canvas. I will spend every moment I have making sure I capture the warmth of your smile and the curl of your hair. Your eyes are a special hue of sapphire that I long to capture. Your words will arch from my pen, and form spirals and filigree in the corners of the pages.
Each gentle timbre in your tone will translate in shades of yellow, of sunshine, and deep rich color, it will resonate into the very souls of those who see the true meaning behind my words. Shades of green for the intricacies of the things I feel for you, bright as the new leaves of spring, and as saturated as the sand in high tide.
People will look at my masterpiece in wonder, the muse of my heart will cast a shadow for the years to come. My love letter to you will be my Mona Lisa. They will wonder about the little hidden spaces in your personality, like her tiny smile. They will gaze in awe, and admire the splendor of my work of devotion to you. I will sign my name in the bottom with a fancy twist, and wander off into my happy forever.
My job will be done, they can frame it and put it up in the hallowed halls of time. So that everyone will be able to admire it, though it will only be a shade of what the truth is. Our happily ever after will be ours, and ours alone. As all great love stories should be.