No, that is wrong.

Alex, my love for you is like light:
Complex and intricate, so much so that nobody can understand it.
It is in infinite supply, and it is never wasted.
It is unbending, yet it illuminates everything.
Without it, life is stunted and malformed - there is no point of living without it.
It existed long before us, it will continue long after we are gone.
It is blinding to the person who has spent so much time in the dark.
It is eternal and unfaltering - there is nothing that can stand in its way.
It is pure and beautiful.
It can make even the most ordinary things seem like works of art.
It is true.

I love you.