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

Memory is not your enemy. The real enemy is your desires, chasing your past lamenting over and over.

Seek you in me in your darkest times.

Sky; a map of constellations intertwined with dark and light.

Horizon; where lovers entwine like they did alluring, spellbinding – what an affinity they have.

You gave me the courage to rise but my darling robin why did you fly leaving me behind these four walls all alone?

To those who say self-love is selfish, you are either hunted or haunted.

Poetry is a feeling, a feeling of healing.

It’s unconditional; their chemistry is unconditional – forever.

Poetry is a pleasure to your pressure.

I never understood flowers until I met you.

Fall is the rise.

At times being oblivious keeps me more alive in this chaos.

You hit the soft spot of me making my heart skip a beat.

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.

I know now that it’s really important to feel beautiful. There is a power to that.

Armani is a fashion house that I think is iconic and beautiful.

We are all dreamers creating the next world, the next beautiful world for ourselves and for our children.

Women make the world beautiful, they protect it and keep it alive.

Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.

Love is unpredictable and it’s frustrating and it’s tragic and it’s beautiful.

I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence

You’re beautiful, but you’re empty. No one could die for you.