I wish I had all the words to adequately say what is in my heart. I am a mere wizard, no more intelligent or handsome than any other. How I happened upon a witch as lovely, intelligent, lively, and caring as you are, I do not know, but I want you to know how special you are.
I hope it is not too soon, but, I can't help but love you. It is true, I know it utterly.
The great muggle poet Yeats had some words that I think express it well: "I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams, White woman that passion has worn As the tide wears the dove-grey sands, And with heart more old than the horn That is brimmed from the pale fire of time: White woman with numberless dreams, I bring you my passionate rhyme."
Enjoy these collections of my terrible poems, and the more appropriate gift of flowers and pretty things.