“Even the stars wish for you but the night is ours and you’re mine.”

Be careful, her hell is lovely, dark, and deep until she weeps.

The forest lays in darkness and decay yet our love blossoms.

Hold me like the end is near and I swear I’ll risk hades’ wrath just to keep you here.

Can’t you see you’re toxic to me there’s no affection just obsession?

Some girls dream of princes and castles others play with matches.

I don’t mind his company but I wish he was you.

I feel too much and I fall in love with words – poet.

Brave soul, you will survive it all.

With him, the tides the moon, and life itself lost their spell over her.

Some nights I wish I could slip into her skin and wear her flesh only to feel his touch.

And you broke me in all the ways I loved you.

She’s a daughter of the healers in Salem and even tho her wings are scorched she still chooses to do good.

I cannot tell if it is a blessing from an old god or lovely dark art only that he holds my heart.

And you will always be my most beautiful someone.

And his rough hands upon my porcelain skin had me howling at the moon.

And every time I care I die a little.

In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel.

The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us. And to save us.

Success in marriage depends on being able, when you get over being in love, to really love.

Consolation for those moments when you can’t tell whether you’re the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world.

Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.

What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

If you truly loved yourself, you could never hurt another.

To love is to burn, to be on fire.