You are my favourite person
Your smile shines at me like no other
Despite frequent warnings of the perils of my presumption
You are my favourite woman
I can't live without your glow
Even the terms in which you dismiss my importunity
Tickle my talents and alert my manhood
You are my favourite friend
Not for you any fawning predictability
You will do as you please and damn my eyes
Good on yer, mate
As Michelangelo wrote:
"When I am yours I am completely myself."