She had a peaches and cream complexion.... All fuzzy and covered in white stuff....

"Darling, I could live in your eyes for ever."
"You'd be at home in the right one. It's got a stye in it."

And with all due care about not making this a music oriented thread, I always get a giggle over some of the serious lines in some songs...

"Her hair upon her shoulder, in jet-black ringlets fell...." Plenty on her shoulder, none on her head.