When she's looking at herself critically in the mirror with that frown on her face, come up from behind, wrap your arms around her waist, kiss her on the neck, them say those words and mean it. She doesn't care if anyone else telles her that. She wants to hear it from you.
My fingers moved across your skin flexing and tapping smoothly over the contours of your body like a master pianist playing A classic concerto. You are the only song I want to play. Your sounds the only music I want to hear.