“I knew it was real love the moment I could bare myself to you naked (without taking my clothes off) and I could show you all my scars (the ones that are invisible to the naked eye) and you loved me even more.”

LISTEN and SILENT have the same letters. It means, when someone is SILENT then LISTEN, for silence speaks volumes.

If she lets you be a part of her life, you have to understand that she thinks you know how to deal with hurricanes.

In the nights when our souls melt together into one, even the moon blushes.

Pain shapes us into writers, it cuts our veins open like a sharp knife. But while we are about to bleed dry, we turn our blood into ink.

She cannot Conquer your demons. But she can be the guiding light, which shines through the cracks of the darkest corners of your heart to blind them.

My soul is too deep for those who do not dare to dive their head under the waters surface.

Destiny broke her, but poetry saved her.

When I write poems about my feelings for you, it seems that even my words blush.

True love should give you the taste of sugar on your lips, and not the salty aftertaste of tears.

Some people don’t even know, how precious they are. That they carry heart of gold inside their chest, and enchant us every day with their shining light.

Through writing we try to give sense to the thoughts in our heads and the chaos in our souls and the scars in our hearts.

Tonight skin on skin is not close enough. I want to feel you deep within.

Write your lustful words with the invisible ink of your tongue upon every part of my body, until my mouth begins to moan every single letter in poetry.

The most beautiful gift that a writer can receive is to know that the reader can feel the emotions in every word.

We all deserve to find that one special person, who sees and feels the rarity of our souls.

Let the moon teach you the art of scars. How beautiful you can shine, even with craters in your heart.

We choose our gardens based on what will bloom, and we wait out the seasons, until they do. And sometimes, love needs patience too.

Lets have one last look at the stars tonight before they’ll go -into hiding.

I see you everywhere because you are my everything.

Catch my fall as my wings ignite with love and the sky and I unite.

And, somehow that loved and loving girl can love anyone but herself.

I no longer wear my heart on my sleeve. Instead, I keep this love folded up, like a tiny paper plane, until my heart is ready to soar again.

The strength of a man isn’t seen in the power of his arms. It’s seen in the love with which he EMBRACES you.

Whatever situation you’re in: Send love, place it in God’s hands, open your heart to everyone involved – and it will turn out miraculously.