What if i say i'll never surrender?

If love were a species of bird, she'd be the most beautiful of all nightingales.
If love were a wave, she'd be the tallest of all tsunamis, like the feelings that wash me over when i see her.
If love were a television show, she need not be a blockbuster movie, just the very show that i could watch over and over again.
If love were a war, i'd be the commander of her fleet, her army.
If love were a species of dog, she'd be a bulldog, protective of her owner and not afraid to show her feelings.
If love were a building, she'd be the Louvre Museum of Paris at night, where the starry skies watch over her.
If love were a clothing size, she'd be size 6, just nice for my arms around her waist.
If love were a side dish, she'd be Kimchi, a right mixture of sweet, salty, sour and bitter, perfect with rice.
If love were a color, she'd be the brightest of yellows, yellow like nightingales, yellow like the butterflies fluttering in my insides everytime i catch a glimpse of her.
If love were a choice i got to make, i'd love her day in day out, no regrets and absolutely no chances i'd let slip.