“You complete me.”

I wonder if you’re thinking of me like I’m thinking of you.

Feelings you could never explain. That’s what poetry is.

Silence is a form of poetry.

The best way to be misunderstood is to care too much.

I’m tired of looking for love in people. I now get my fill from nature.

The loudest voices are often the ones that aren’t heard.

Nostalgia seems to haunt me these days I wonder if it’s old age or just a phase.

You feel like the moonlight, mysteriously dark its blinding.

Poetry, music, and silence.

I’ve chased after sunsets too many times to know how precious time is.

Do not tell me how to feel just because you can’t understand.

Sometimes I get my youth confused with age.

Give me love and I’ll show you unconditional.

I miss you even in my dreams.

Love, if true, stays when all else is gone.

Regret is a time travel in a world where time only moves forward.

Some people care too much. I think it’s called love.

Success is a personal standard, reaching for the highest that is in us, becoming all that we can be.

Life is just a game in which the cards are facing down. I’m in the world where things are taken, never given how long they choose to love you will never be your decision.

The love of books is among the choicest gifts of the gods.

Faith must lead us believers to see other persons as our brothers and sisters that we need to support and love.

In times of grief and sorrow I will hold you and rock you and take your grief and make it my own.

Some things are more precious because they don’t last long.

I love writing songs because I love preserving memories, like putting a picture frame around a feeling you once had.