“Self Love is picking yourself up again after you have fallen.”

I fall in love with eyes because they cannot hide, even the most cunning of lies.

I breathe you in and I can’t help but exhale love.

Sometimes the world buries me but flowers can grow only from beneath.

Kiss me Its been so long since I have seen the stars.

Find a tender heart and be prepared for a lifetime of love.

I owe fate a thank you for giving me you.

There is so much strength in being fragile.

She feels invisible but she doesn’t know her light is binding.

Light can always be found in love.

I have never held onto anything as tight as I have you.

She often felt alone but her solitude was the reason she had grown.

Your soft heart is a blessing not a curse.

This life is a gift and we live it with regret.

How beautiful you bloom when you nurture your roots.

I write poetry hoping that one day I fall in love with the poet.

Sometimes you meet the right one at exactly the wrong time.

Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.

I fall asleep hugging myself tight, as I probably should.

Falling asleep to them or waking up to them; twittering birds are a treasure either way.

For it is said, You shall strengthen the stranger and the dweller in your midst and live with him, that is to say, strengthen him until he needs no longer fall upon the mercy of the community or be in need.

You can’t just give a speech and expect people to fall down and agree with you.

We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

United we stand, divided we fall. Let us not split into factions which must destroy that union upon which our existence hangs.

If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.