“I watch the way the stars shine a little brighter when you gaze at them.”

I am everything with you and nothing without myself.

I am here with the wild and the wild with me.

You gave color to what couldn’t be.

This city reminds me of you the way you shine through the chaos.

I fell for you slowly, deeply, and some days uncontrollably.

You’ll win some, but you’ll lose me.

With storms come growth.

I wonder if she sees how the waves will leave the sea to be at her feet.

My beloved, you feel more natural than breathing.

Self-love makes us shine.

Hold on to who we are before the world tries to tear us apart.

You don’t have to stay forever but come love me now.

Some souls just burn for each other.

You see yourself as broken pieces but you remind me of stars.

You need you the most.

I’d give her the world but all she wants are sunsets.

Fire delight burning bright, full of beauty glimmering ruby.

There are gems of wondrous brightness Often times lying at our feet, And we pass them, walking thoughtless, Down the busy, crowded street. If we knew, our pace would slacken, We would step more oft with care, Lest our careless feet be treading To the earth some jewel rare.

Contrary to the general belief about photography, you don’t need bright sunlight: the best moodiest pictures are taken in the dim light of almost dusk, or of rainy days.

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art– Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite.

Consider first, that great or bright infers not excellence.

Until things are brighter. I’m the man in black.

She burned too bright for this world.

He had come to know quite thoroughly the world in which he lived. His outlook was bleak and materialistic. The world as he saw it was a fierce and brutal world, a world without warmth, a world in which caresses and affection and the bright sweetness of spirit did not exist.