“The sun has risen, its beautiful and so are you.”

In my poems we made memories.

She, three single lettered word yet still, my heart’s deepest wound.

Her heart is like poetry a modern poetry only understood by some and accepted by few.

She is still healing in a quiet way.

In his eyes she was both poetry and prose.

Her eyes made me feel better.

I’m a poet, a sad poet, who wrote about her, always and forever.

The quiet hearts speaks the loudest prayer, hoping someone would hear.

Some of the magical moments in our life are from the smallest moments.

There were things that he wanted to write on paper, about everything he couldn’t tell her.

Sometimes, we express our words through writing, even though it needs to be spoken.

Losing her was plenty.

No matter what I do I’m still not the best writer for you.

I still see you in my dreams, teasing my feelings and damaging my heart.

You’re rare, which some people don’t care, but I do.

The words that appeared from my Ink where that could describe my love for you.

One of the most beautiful things in the world is seeing a mommy with her kids. There’s nothing more beautiful, nothing more sublime.

Beauty of style and harmony and grace and good rhythm depend on simplicity.

There is nothing more beautiful than nature early in the morning.

Sometimes I wish I was a beautiful machine so I could resist your kiss and not cry when you’re mean.

Science is a beautiful gift to humanity, we should not distort it. Science does not differentiate between multiple races.

Love is something more stern and splendid than mere kindness.

The best colour in the whole world is the one that looks good on you.

The Holy Spirit loves to shape unity from the most beautiful and harmonious diversity.