“Living my life to protect your fragile heart is what I would die for.”

Your love is the fuel to my soul.

Let your liquid sunshine pour all over my body.

Some days are made to lay in bed naked with you all day.

The touch of your pale skin illuminates my darkness.

If you really love her listen to her she will tell you the secrets of the universe.

Lets handcuff ourselves together naked and see what happens.

Moonlight fills the room illumination your delicious naked existence.

Tempt me with your lips and tease me when it drips.

Make me one with you so we will never be apart.

I dreamt of you when our souls bled together and now we are eternal.

Angels fly but you and I get so dirty I’m not sure we are so pure.

I want to go deep inside so I can feel the warmth of your dreams.

She’s always the heart to my soul and I am the blood to her being.

It’s like I hear your body talking to me telling me how to satisfy your soul.

Your caress seduces my body like I’m possessed.

I know when you ache because I’ve been deep inside every part of you.

The music of an unhappy people, of the children of disappointment; they tell of death and suffering and unvoiced longing toward a truer world, of misty wanderings and hidden ways.

Life is like an endless book. Each day is a new page and only death can bring the end to this little book of yours.

Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.)

A single farmer can feed the whole town, but no one will ever notice his death. Except when they are feeling hungry again. That’s the nature and ingratitude of humanity.

Jesus died so young and yet he promised immortality to those who believe in his teachings.

I stared into the face of death and death blinked first.

People ought to be one of two things, young or dead.

The true disciple should aim to live for the gospel, rather than to die for it.