“Only the moon knows all the secrets I tell her about you.”

I can’t un-feel the trauma – it’s in my blood.

Your pride won’t let you love.

Life is a dance – make it beautiful.

Love is not overrated – you are just tired of getting hurt.

The darkness doesn’t stand a chance against the sun.

Your aging face tells stories of where you’ve been whom you’ve loved.

When he tells you he’s a bad man, believe him.

My spirit is sad – I carry the tears of my ancestors.

Your love is warm like the sun – I feel it all over my skin.

There’s a difference between a soft spot and a blind spot,

I don’t want your polite lies, give me the painful truth.

Only god can bring dry bones back to life.

Be unafraid in the pursuit of truth.

The darkness doesn’t stand a chance against the sun.

I’ll see your darkness and love you anyway.

People are like water you can’t contain them.

If fire wasn’t bad enough the gods gave us love so if flames failed to burn us down we had each other still.

You are already more than enough.

We must love them both, those whose opinions we share and those whose opinions we reject, for both have labored in the search for truth, and both have helped us in finding it.

They call my love immature, naive and foolish, as if, wisdom made a better lover out of them.

Nobody loves you till you dead that when they might care.

But fear is love that has been convinced that it never belonged.

She is someone who falls in love with imperfections. Like the moon with all her craters, hearts with cracks, and souls with scars. For she knows they carry the deepest and truest love of all deep inside.

Love me as a storm would rage full force or not at all.