“My arms ache to hold you how my heart already does.”

It didn’t kill me when you left still, something within me died.

She’s the type of woman who will nurture your every need. The kind that once you enter you will never want to leave.

My ink-soaked heart could write your name across the sky a thousand times more than the stars that decorate the velvet night.

You flowed into me so delicately, like a beautiful twist of fate. I inspired you as you moved me in an alluring turn of phrase.

Don’t forget to erase every trace of me from your skin, You wouldn’t want the truth to show.

I’m not afraid of the chance at loving you, I’m only afraid of what it could do to me.

You can’t help when the pain heals as you can’t stop what the heart feels.

And though I owned you nothing I still gave you my everything.

Discovered deeply within the depths of much suffering came forth my love of poetry.

Leave me to the moon he understands this side of my darkness.

What you have done to me shows your character how I loved you regardless shows mine.

How lonely it must be in that shallow pool you wade alone in.

I allowed myself to fall knowing full well you would never catch me.

I lost parts of me when I split into two and most of those pieces seeped into you.

Never again will I give, give myself to those who refuse to see my fire.

I live mostly within my own mind and what scares me is not knowing what is fact or fiction inside of it.

I who have set my heart on watching over the soul, in union with Good Thought, and as knowing the rewards of Mazda Ahura for our works, will, while I have power and strength, teach men to seek after Right. I have become an alien in a foreign land.

Only heart to heart can speak the bliss of mystic knowers.

Whoever cannot find a temple in his heart, the same can never find his heart in any temple.

In short, it’s almost impossible to totally done with someone you once loved with all your heart!

I feel young at heart, and I feel, like, you know, 40.

I know I always say my occupation is not dancing, but dancing is in my heart, dancing makes me feel good.

Ah Love! could you and I with him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire Would we not shatter it to bits-and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire?

A man will never fear something besides Allah unless it be due to a disease in his heart.