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

Fall is the rise.

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

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.

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

Everything seems to be a design – a mixture of prejudice and injustice – the limbo of silence.

Without you, my heart will be full of weeds.

We love to live with sweet lies until reality touches the edges, of those sweet lies.

Into you, like the sun embraces the moon – a beautiful eclipse.

Loneliness is an art shaped by self-love.

We all bound by beauty with a touch of singularity.

Just realized that moonlight was just a matchmaker for the stars.

Destiny is wisdom.

I heal me for I heal you.

Listen to the beat of beauty with your heart.

The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up eight times.

Being pregnant was very much like falling in love. You are so open. You are so overjoyed. There’s no words that can express having a baby growing inside of you so, of course, you want to scream it out and tell everyone.

I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart.

We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created.

It doesn’t matter if you fall down, it’s whether you get back up.

I fell in love with your personality, your looks are just a bonus.

Ain’t nobody gonna care enough to catch you fall.

You fall in love, and it completely consumes you.