"Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged?
At one point in your life you’ll meet someone so beautiful that using mere words to express how much you adore them won’t be enough to fully emphasize how lovely they are and rather than trying to find the right words and adjectives needed to elaborate on how you feel, you’ll find yourself quiet and mesmerized that you were lucky enough to stumble upon such a perfect creature in the first place.