My heart is like a vast ocean: it is filled with crustaceans called krill which whales eat.
My heart swells for you like the rising tide: surfers ride it in competition and it carries sea shells to the sandy beach.
My heart is open like the vast Pacific: planes carrying tourists travel 12 hours to cross it, but that is recent. It used to be Magellan in his boat.
My heart is like a mirror: it reflects people doing their hair.
My heart is like a tape recorder, except instead of receiving sounds, it emits them. It needs an A/C power source or 4 D-size batteries. Some days it eats the tape and of course that’s not covered by warranty.
My heart is like a big fat peach. It goes bad really quickly if you don’t keep it in the refrigerator. Every third week, it goes on sale for $1.99/lb. You’re out of luck if you don’t have the Super Value Card.
My heart rings out like a bell tower. A small hunchbacked man used to operate it, but he’s dead now.