“I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.”

With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.

Spring is poetry poured into nature.

I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.

She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.

Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.

Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.

Lets breath magic into each other.

In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?

Summer left me like an almost lover.

If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?

Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.

I feel blurry as a reflection in water.

Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.

One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.

The way she danced through life was poetry.

We fell in love because we were both summer souls.

Patience serves as a protection against wrongs as clothes do against cold.

Remember, don’t try to build the greatest wall that’s ever been built. Focus on laying a single, expertly-placed brick. Then keep doing that, every day.

Patience is always rewarded and romance is always round the corner!

Authority founded on injustice is never of long duration.

You just stay patient, that’s all.

Smile, breathe and go slowly.

We need more light about each other. Light creates understanding, understanding creates love, love creates patience, and patience creates unity.

Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.