“He painted her red sky with every tone of love.”

You are my tamed fire in the wind.

Poetry is a home, a home with joy.

No pain no worries only the beating of our hearts.

If I had wings and could fly I’d fly all seas to see your unseen beauty amid the whispers of love.

Everything seems to be a design – a mixture of prejudice and injustice – the limbo of silence.

Without you, my heart will be full of weeds.

We love to live with sweet lies until reality touches the edges, of those sweet lies.

Into you, like the sun embraces the moon – a beautiful eclipse.

Loneliness is an art shaped by self-love.

We all bound by beauty with a touch of singularity.

Just realized that moonlight was just a matchmaker for the stars.

Destiny is wisdom.

I heal me for I heal you.

Listen to the beat of beauty with your heart.

To be a radical fight you within you – a solitary battle.

So she loved the rain amid the fall.

The world is filled with love-play, from animal lust to sublime compassion.

And all I loved, I loved alone.

With my kids, they’re told 75 times a day that they’re loved.

We love the things we love for what they are.

She loved mysteries so much that she became one.

Our love is like a red, red rose and I am a little thorny.

No matter how many weapons you have, no matter how great your technology might be, the world cannot live without love.

Love is great, love is fine. Out the box, out of line. The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more.