“Darling daisies kiss as spring awakens today her heart and soul sings.”

In every woman, there is a bit of wild tattooed in her DNA.

She deserved the sun yet all he gave was rain and while she needed both to bloom she couldn’t forget the pain.

His love set her on fire and she loved the way it burned.

His love was so great that ever so often time would stop and she’d feel the earth shake.

Surrender to me a new heart with your touch I may love again.

The love you desire exists within find her first and then that love will manifest in ‘him’.

We are all lost souls searching for someone to call home.

His kisses make her blossom like a flower in the wild softly unfolding her petals to expose the magic hidden inside.

I don’t crave a forever I just want to share the time I have with you and me together.

If I only had one wish it would be for life any life with you in it.

Dance under the moon conjures the goddess within awakening your wild.

She craves love so deep it would make her ancestors’ hearts beat.

His love blows me adrift and my heart sails still.

You deserve a love that will make your soul fly you deserve to be the only star in their vast and endless sky.

Sweet for each other we licked the honeycombs dry of our love savoring every drop of its nectar as a gift from the heavens above.

He wasn’t even mine yet I had to give him up It hurt to watch him laugh with her not giving me a fuck.

Just like a flower, we blossom and transform with the proper sunlight, a balanced amount of water, enough fresh air and when we are firmly planted in the ground.

The light from the heart shines ever so brightly like a beautiful flower opening up to the world.

Life is like a dream that comes and goes like the flower that blooms and then withers away with time.

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

A pathetic shadow, torn between her envy and thrill of being seen with Masomma, sharing in the attention as a weed would, lapping up water meant for the lily upstream.

People are beautifully made just like flowers in the garden!