“The way she danced through life was poetry.”

There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.

It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.

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.

A man whose eyes love opens risks his soul – His dancing breaks beyond the mind’s control.

Somewhere in these walls we’re still dancing, feeling nostalgic and much too in my head.

When I am not auditioning or meeting people, I teach myself dance.

Dance your way through the journey the road is your tango class and your destiny is the stage.

Beating Newt Gingrich in a popularity contest is like beating Stephen Hawking in ‘Dancing with the Stars.’

It is quite right what they say: the three most beautiful sights in the world are a ship in full sail, a galloping horse, and a woman dancing.

I think the whole thing, boy band, it’s a little bit of a dirty word. They say it’s not a good thing to be in a boy band. We want to change that. We want to make the boy band cool. It’s not just about dancing and dressing the same.

When people start dancing, they dance like they don’t know they are doing it.