“Our love wasn’t perfect sometimes sour sometimes sweet but still, I’d choose you every day like a favorite song on repeat.”

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.

The ice in my heart has begun melting for you your love is my spring.

I long to have your arrow pierce my heart I need it now.

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

The only way to eliminate war is to love our children more than we hate our enemies.

Wave after wave of trial rolled over us; but at the end of the year some of us were constrained to confess, that we had learned more of the loving-kindness of the Lord than in any previous year of our lives.

I love prints of skulls and bones and have some taxidermy – a crow and a rabbit – to remind me of home. I like art and have a big portrait of Bjork.

The love we give away is the only love we keep.

Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

Whatever you love more than God is your idol.

Love is nothing but a pain in the ass.

If in our hearts we really don’t believe that God loves us as we are, if we are still tainted by the lie that we can do something to make God love us more, we are rejecting the message of the cross.