To: Marta
Baby, I want to have a little baby with you. Youd be so clumsy and adorable if you were a mom.
To: Marta
My perfect little sweetheart has the cutest face and the body of a goddess. My darling little fairy, I wish you were my baby. Or better yet have my bb
To: Marta
You look truly happy when you are doing what you love. Your eyes are full of sparkles like fireworks in the dark sky
To: Marta
Im afraid you got the most beautiful body a woman could have. Your radiant spirit lives in a temple made of seafoam and glow
To: Marta
My Aphrodite, you skin is sunset sky, and your flesh is sea foam of a warm tide, your hair is tangled wilderness, and I cant help it but get lost in u
To: Marta
If youd ever allow me Id grab you, pick you up and just squeeze. You are soft like butter, all smooth skin with no hard edges
To: Marta
I didnt think someone could be built like a statue in the gallery, yet be squishy like a squishmellow
To: Marta
I might need first aid. The way your thighs fill in the chair makes me feel lightheaded
To: Marta
My honey, it is unforgivable how pretty and pouty you are. Seeing you reapply your lipstick in public makes me want to unravel
To: Marta
Ive never seen the lips more kissable than yours
To: Marta
Of course I can judge whether your lipstick was actually sticky, but to me it was glue, a honey trap, and sin incarnate
To: Marta
I remember once I said how pretty your lipstick was. You had the prettiest lips ever that day - shiny, sticky and pink
To: Marta
You always have a home in my heart
To: Marta
I appreciate every second of seeing you slip away - seeing you go into the world to make it almost as beautiful as you are
To: Marta
Im mesmerized in my captivation, in seeing you go your very merry way
To: Marta
Because loving someone is never a waste
To: Marta
Yearning is like second nature to me. Yearning feels soft and tender, yet excruciatingly torturous. But theres value in these feelings when you love
To: Marta
All this glitter makes you look more princessy than usual. It made me act like a fool. You are the owner of my heart - now and always, your highness
To: Marta
Plastic butterflies looks youthful, although silly. You are just a kid on the inside, I suppose. Not that it is wrong. I would love to pamper you
To: Marta
I like those butterfly clips you wore. You said this hairstyle is called. . . Princess style? Beautiful. Do your hair more often, it suits you, darlin
To: Marta
All I wanted to say, is that Im afraid youre out there and uncomfortable. You are used to being cozy, and this cold night breeze made me think of you
To: Marta
Though, I never figured out your order. It couldnt be something sweet, you are too sweet yourself. Unless you get your cuteness from all that sugar
To: Marta
Its cute how youd get a cup of coffee from Starbucks for every lecture during winter. It mustve been awfully expensive, but you had to warm your hands
To: Marta
In winter you are aristocratically pale. Your nose gets pink from all the wind and cold. You are beautifully alive, though in my thoughts - perfect
To: Marta
Your fingers are so gracefully made -like those of a renaissance monument. Its hard for me to think of you as flesh and bone - you are akin to marble
To: Marta
Its surprisingly cold at night. I wonder if you are warm. Your hands are always cold like stone. I wonder if you are anemic
To: Marta
I cant stop wanting to have you standing by my side for every sunset which is destined to be seen by you
To: Marta
The sunset today made me think of you. It was marigold golden for a few mesmerizing minutes, but it ended and melted into dusk - leaving me alone
To: Marta
My cherished memories of you saturate my heart with tender love for you. I don' have to see you outside to have your colorful image behind my eyelids
To: Marta
Would you agree that maintaining ones feelings towards another is like watering a garden? The more you think of someone - more they stay on your mind
To: Marta
But they say, if you love them - let them go. I dont know how fair it is. All I know is that I will always love you, watching your slender back turn
To: Marta
The skin of yours is smooth and flawless like silicon, yet warm and velvety. Struggles and bruises are not for you. Calluses wont ever suit you
To: Marta
Wouldnt it be nice just to have you someplace nice and gorgeous - just as you are. I changed my mind, a terrarium is what I want to build for you
To: Marta
But it feels wrong to imagine my angel working. You are way too fragile for that. Your skin is way too tender for that and Im sure youd end up crying
To: Marta
I wish I could catch you working one day. You say you wanted to try working as a waitress? Would you serve me if gave you your greatest tips, my baby
To: Marta
You are lovely in your contradicting nature
To: Marta
You say you hold grudges, yet you never follow through with revenge. You say how you hate everybody, but Ive seen you help those people spontaneously
To: Marta
You always act with kindness, even though most don't deserve it. I saw the girl throw these dolls back on the road again. But I never told you
To: Marta
I said leave it, the kid was doing it on purpose anyway. But you picked the dolls and threw them up the balcony for her. It was rather high up too
To: Marta
Do you remember walking together and seeing that kid throwing those toys from the balcony over and over?
To: Marta
If you are going for a swim today, please promise me you'd come back. Because I don't know what I can do without you, my mermaid
To: Marta
You smell like sunscreen and salt. Your hair looked coarser and curlier than usual. Is it the sea or the sun? Nevertheless, you are the most beautiful
To: Marta
I wish I could hold onto your beautiful shoulder. I wish I could whisk you away
To: Marta
Are you aware that you occupy my thoughts so?
To: Marta
You are lucky you are cute. If you weren't the peachiest peach in town, I wouldn't have let you toy with me like this. Why do you have to be so sweet?
To: Marta
My heart is bare for nobody to see. It doesn't matter when or where I am - I ache and I melt and Im being rebuilt - from your memory alone
To: Marta
You are the most capricious princess
To: Marta
You want all of mankind to be on your side, yet you pout and get upset at the slightest inconvenience. You burn bridges and run
To: Marta
Do you feel the same issue with people? You are awfully possessive, my love. You are possessive of all of us, yet you are not often tender with us, me
To: Marta
I believe cats are as loving as dogs. However, my issue is that you can never truly have them. Just like you, the cat only truly belongs to itself
To: Marta
If you were a cat - youd be a Burmese. They are chocolate brown like your hair. They are soft and playful and very vocal - like you
To: Marta
And your voice is soft and feminine. Cool like the moonlit water. When you talk its like a cat meowing. I like it when you speak of peculiar things
To: Marta
You are capricious and independent. You are disagreeable and argumentative. You are not so easy going as you think
To: Marta
You are more feline than you think. You told me once you consider yourself more of a dog - loyal, guarded, helpful. But I disagree, you are a cat baby
To: Marta
You get so many blisters on your feet. You walk a lot. I cant help but pity your poor legs. You are like a cat, always out and about somewhere
To: Marta
I like to stare at the line of your back when you pass by. It is easy to confuse you with something carved out of marble rather than born. My angel
To: Marta
You have a birthmark that stays paler than the rest of you. Just like that, you left the very same stain on my heart, and it is never going away
To: Marta
You are getting more tan, day by day. But your face is still so pale. It is so hot and humid now. I wish you showed your face towards the sun more
To: Marta
You always smell so floral. But I cant seem to get out of my mind, the warm scent of your skin
To: Marta
Cant thank you enough for being born
To: Marta
My angel number is - your birthday!
To: Marta
You ruin me. You are cruel, but kind. I would love for you to finally eat my heart whole You are a villainess. Im a slave at your feet, I cant help it
To: Marta
You are pretty like a doll. You deserve to be cared for like a precious porcelain lady. You are so flawless, you don't look human
To: Marta
Even if my porcelain princess isn't miniature enough to live in a dollhouse - you still deserve a life as easy as a childs play
To: Marta
You could sit on a palm of my hand. And youd drink from a tiny cup. One chocolate candy would be a whole cake for you
To: Marta
If you were small, miniature enough to fit in a pocket - you could live in a dollhouse - with tiny furniture and cute pink decorations, my princess
To: Marta
The touch of your fingertips would cure me. Holding your hand is like holding a live dove
To: Marta
My life should be lacquered in your pearlescent excellence, your elegance, you enigmatic personal touch
To: Marta
If you were a colour I would paint my whole room, my walls, my things, my books with it. I would drench my clothes and even myself in it, my life
To: Marta
You are like the softest sea foam - glistening, fleeting, always running away somewhere. My peachiest little peach, do you know how bright you shine?
To: Marta
When I think of a color, your name seems to shine red on my mind. Yet you glow and glimmer with this bluish iridescence. Similar to the glow of a sea
To: Marta
You are an oddity and a novelty - you stand out in the loveliest way possible. You are my unluckiest girl. Too vibrant for your own good
To: Marta
You soften any weather. You are like a fresh breeze on a hot day, and you are like a clearing in the sky when it rains. Your presence is my respite
To: Marta
I would give you the world - would you take it from me? Because I would give you the moon, and the sky and the stars, if only I could call you my girl
To: Marta
All your little habits are straight out of a fairytale
To: Marta
I will never forget when I saw you lean down into a rose bush on your way downtown. I was afraid some wasp or a bee would sting your pretty nose
To: Marta
In a childrens book it is often said - the maidens face was fair as a rose - but to me you are rosier than a rose itself. I adore your little face
To: Marta
I saw your peculiar habit the other day. On your way you stop to smell roses. Im afraid you are actually kissing them. Your face submerges into petals
To: Marta
I cant stop thinking about you. I want you to read these, I want to tell you everything directly. Yet you get me so nervous. You make me a fool, bunny
To: Marta
I hate to think of others admiring your hair. I wish you could cut it. But Id miss your long curls if you do. Why is your hair a lovely chocolate silk
To: Marta
You told me that you received many confessions in your childhood. I'm so happy to know they never got to a chance with you. Why cant you be mine only
To: Marta
I wonder if I am your soulmate
To: Marta
My sweet baby angel, you have the clearest eyes. I like how blue your sclera shines against the rosy skin. You are out of this world, my cherub, angel
To: Marta
My perfect little peach! Theres no one rosier, no one sweeter and theres no one softer than u. You cry so easily, but u look adorable when u do, angel
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