“Your darkness is hauntingly beautiful. Mesmerizing.”

I was born to chase peace and love wild things. I was born a beautiful bohemian paradox.

The world needs more fierce warriors who are soft and kind.

He is the sun melting the snow in my heart.

I know a beautiful soul when I feel one. The empath in me honors the authentic in you.

Once our souls collided and caught fire, there was no turning back.

She was the night, in love with the stars, always chasing the moon.

Words alone mean little. Show me your eyes; that’s where I’ll decipher your truth from your lies.

Undress my soul one petal at a time.

She can be dainty and still have claws. She can be sweet and still make fire. That’s her magic.

I think my soul was born with wings; it’s always restless, it won’t sit still.

When I told you to ruin me I wasn’t referring to my heart.

My soul is wild but my heart is loyal and true.

Some people help you see the world differently, those are my kind of people.

I have no room for monsters and cowards claiming to be something they’re not, who lie to get what they want.

Don’t want a complicated love. Just want you to grab my demons, kiss my madness and run away with me.

She’s a galaxy of dazzling hues and her heart contains a universe of love. She is starlight.

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

And the beauty of a woman, with passing years only grows!

I’m pretty, but I’m not beautiful. I sin but I’m not the devil. I’m good, but I’m not an angel.

Don’t let them tell you ain’t beautiful.

Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.

No matter how plain a woman may be, if truth and honesty are written across her face, she will be beautiful.