“Let the past move past you.”

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.

Though life will always change let your light remain the same.

How strange that our hearts heal from the same thing that broke it -love.

The heart will welcome destruction to avoid tasting loneliness -why we stay.

Hearts watered with love grow into flowers.

Your hands find me my skin has been waiting for this, for hands that speak with tenderness.

When you finally let go peace begins to flow.

All the grey and gloom was colored by the light she bloomed.

Nothing can bury you if you have the strength to grow.

The rain that’s been so heavy, is only a reminder of the harvest that’s coming.

The darkest night always ends in morning light.

Never forget your power, for in your heart you yeild flowers.

Let the stillness wash over you and bring a silence to the storm.

We travel great distances to find ourselves when we need to only look within.

Let the beauty of solitude heal and not destroy.

I love smelling her scent on my pillows.

You deserve to be proud of the person you are and love the life you’re living.

If you do not know what you feel, then it is difficult to choose love; it is better to fall. Then you do not have to be responsible for your actions.

The most important thing in the world is family and love.

Learn to love yourself before you search for love in others.

Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum.

We hurt people that love us, love people that hurt us.

I love mankind, he said, “but I find to my amazement that the more I love mankind as a whole, the less I love man in particular.