“Let the beauty of solitude heal and not destroy.”

Keep blooming the flowers look beautiful on you.

Let the confidence in your abilities eat away your doubts.

Your mind resembles the galaxies with all its raging complexities.

Though starting over may seem hard you have the strength to make it far.

If pride wears us both our love will see no growth.

Rise like the morning sun and let the good be done.

Be kind to others for no reason be the sun in their rainy season.

Look at what our love has done, its seized the fire from the sun.

Let go of control let the joy unfold.

She grew flowers in his heart where once lay darkness.

When it’s meant for you, you won’t have to fight for it to stay.

No one can help you love yourself. The healing starts with you.

Water yourself with love so the seeds in you may grow.

Theres no shame in needing softness if your heart speaks in flowers.

She was a walking poem. A thunderstorm of emotions demanding to be felt.

The depth of your soul cannot be reached by those afraid to swim.

Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad.

Why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?

You have to find what’s good and true and beautiful in your life as it is now. Looking back makes you competitive. And, age is not a competitive issue.

All I have going is my looks. When my beauty goes, I’m through.

As far as beauty is concerned, in order to be confident we must accept that the way we look and feel is our own responsibility.

So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women.

Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro – and beautiful!

You’re an artist. Beauty grows in you.