“Her looks were as delicate and fragile as a wildflower but her soul was strong and raw like a warrior.”

You broke my heart but fixed my sight.

The war of hearts has too many casualties.

After I left you my heart sighed and whispered welcome home.

I realized it was really love when I was living to break myself into a million pieces just to make you whole.

With one look into your eyes, you take me dancing in galaxies and among the stars.

The stars in your eyes show a glimpse of how eternal love can be.

I didn’t believe in love anymore but I do believe in us.

I did everything I could to fix you and in return, you broke me.

Our souls dance to the music our hearts are making.

Your love knows how to take me to the moon.

This fearless heart is trapped between these anxious walls of my worried mind.

We’ve got gold in our hands but we treat it like its change.

Please just tell me this was my last first kiss.

If I threw it all away would I still have you? If I try to push you away will you know I only want you to stay?

The higher the walls the deeper the love.

She wasn’t lost or found she was made.

Just like flowers; we shed, only to learn how to prosper again.

The fact that I can plant a seed and it becomes a flower, share a bit of knowledge and it becomes another’s, smile at someone and receive a smile in return, are to me continual spiritual exercises.

When they break you; collect your broken pieces & bloom elsewhere. For you’re a flower in the land of those who love you.

A flower growing from seed to bud to bloom is always where it should be. Everything takes time.

My favourite flowers are English country roses – I had a bouquet of them for my wedding.

Love isn’t always about flowers and happy endings, sometimes its about letting go with love screaming in your bones.

All good things are wild and free. Live wild, flower child.

When a flower doesn’t take growth, you change the environment in which it grows, not the flower.