“I never understood flowers until I met you.”

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.

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.

To be a radical fight you within you – a solitary battle.

I always wanted the flowiness that hip-hop artists had. I always admired how they rapped so fast, but I never wanted to rap; I wanted to sing the rap.

Hang in there darling. The rain is necessary for the flower to fully grow.

To reteach a thing its loveliness is the nature of metta. Through loving kindness, everyone & everything can flower again from within.

Like the flowers that are planted in too rich a soil, strength and usefulness are sacrificed to beauty.

I’ll bring you flowers in the pouring rain.

You deflowered me. Still I blossomed.

Despite knowing they won’t be here for long they still choose to live their brightest lives- sunflowers.

No rose without a thorn but many a thorn without a rose.