More sappy poetry

So, I'd spent the day with her, the great joy of my life. And now I was watching a Romantic comedy, that only served to show me
just how much fire burned in me for her, my princess, my bloom, my soul.
She is the greatest thing I have to call my own, and the dewy tears that dot my eyes as I write this confirm my feelings.
I cannot think of her without feeling as light as air, as free as an entire flock of birds, exploding into a thousand wonderful patterns and universes.
She is my reason for loving life, and teaches me every day the wonder and joy of being with her.
I love you, Brittany, and I can't imagine a day without hearing your voice, touching your hair, feeling those wonderful lips caress mine.
You are special, and I thank you for wanting me, and showing me what I can be.
I can never express what you mean to me, and I can only say that every single inch of me longs for you all day through.

I know the things that I write you are considered poor 'poetry,' but I just have to say these things, and that is how they come out.
I may never have that James Bond Aston Martin, but I will always be the richest man alive as long as I have you by my side.
And I may not be some epic romance hero, but I am what I am, and you love me for that. Now, when I say 'epic,' it makes me think of Odysseus,
who, let's face it, was not exactly a faithful lover, so he is a bad comparison, but Penelope is the example of what we are both like.
She loves her soulmate unconditionally, and waits an eternity for him. So I know that, whatever the boundary, we will always continue to hold each other
close. I do cherish you, and I can never say these things enough. You are the greatest treasure available, honey.

Some would consider this cheesy, but it must be said: I know four languages, and I want to learn more, but I am almost positive that none of them have a
word that completely captures how gorgeous and truly amazing you are.