“It snows like the sky wants to burst for once to meet his earth.”

You got to love them but not as much as you ought to love yourself.

Your smile is an art no one should ever get hold of.

She is the sound of the rain kissing a river with all the colors of the spring.

Your arms are my safe place like a tree for a bird in the rain.

I love you as much as one person can love another, as much as this heart can hold without breaking.

I don’t have much but sunsets and poems to remember you with.

Happiness is to just read some good books and someone to share them with.

Love them while you can with a smile and slurping wine.

It is a lonely thing to do to stare at the stars and see poetry.

Our love like a sunset was short-lived but complete.

Your hair on my skin feels like gentle brushstrokes of a wind.

She smells of thousands of sunsets and wines with a foreseeable goodbye.

Love is mostly easy at night, it is morning you got to learn about.

Trees have heard the echoes mountains have cried in despair all alone.

She looks like a summer people spend lives dreaming about.

Your eyes hold stars this world doesn’t know about yet, show them.

The way to heaven out of all places is of length and distance.

The distance between us is long but my love covers all grounds.

Observe that the body of man is confined to a small place; it covers only two spans of earth. But the spirit and mind of man travel to all countries and regions

The principal industrial excellence of the English people lay in their capacity of present exertion for a distant object.

We’re so distant, words can’t save us.

I know we don’t talk anymore, but I still whisper your name to the moon.

But Ash, I can’t continue to want you from a distance. To love you and not have you. I’d end up in jail if anyone tried to touch you and God forbid you tried to date someone.

When I see a head from a great distance, it ceases to be a sphere and becomes an extreme confusion falling down into the abyss.