“They all land softly… The breeze through the willow The rain in the forest The tears on my pillow.”

I still choose my soft side every day no matter how much it hurts.

I love when people look at us like we’re crazy It’s almost as if they think being normal is more fun.

Memory, Sweet and deadly Broken and lovely Loved and lonely.

Light a matchstick And watch its shadow on the wall… Did you know a flame has no shadow? Light has no shadow.

Without you I am like a plant deprived of sunshine wishing it could grow.

Whatever is true of life let it not be true of love, love surely lives much longer in paintings and in poetry.

Hold her hand if you like but she’ll rather you hold her heart.

Every beautiful story ends let mine end with you.

You are like spring gone too soon but keeps me dreaming.

Yes love is a battlefield, you can either fight each other or alongside each other.

Beautiful things take time and its always worth the wait.

We have a tendency to fall for broken things thinking we can fix them What if we just gathered all the pieces into our arms and loved them just as they are?

For what it is worth I loved you more for your flaws and less for your perfection.

Who would ever believe me If I say you were in my dream & that I came to change what I saw there… Because you looked so sad in it.

You smiled and this world became a beautiful place.

Everything worth experiencing in life has the potential to break your heart.

Love is wild; its whole beauty is in its wildness. It comes like a breeze with great fragrance, fills your heart, and suddenly where there was a desert there is a garden full of flowers.

There’s definitely healing properties to being in proximity to the ocean and that breeze. There’s something about that Caribbean climate and humidity.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep.

I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times; but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers.