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

It wasn’t written in the skies for us but for a moment I was a shooting star in the cosmos of your love.

As flowers are to bees you are to me.

A phoenix rising from the ashes of my heart I will love again.

A daughter of mystery and moonlight magic danced within her veins her spirit singing a sweet melody as the goddess within her reigns.

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.

The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them, away.

The Flower that once has blown forever dies.

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.