“Your lips are my persuasion, your love will be my cure.”

Take the road where the eagle flies, man follows where his fortune lies.

Lonely is the night when you find yourself alone.

You might think you see a lucky man who made the grade.

The people I’m close to, and there aren’t many of them, have been close for a long time. And we know each other well enough to know it isn’t the quantity of time you spend together, it’s the quality.

I rise at the break of day, your smile sets me on my way.

Consummate talent and relentless passion – The Truth ain’t pretty…but it rocks like crazy!

Hands that serve are holier than lips that pray.

While you are proclaiming peace with your lips, be careful to have it even more fully in your heart.

The lips of the one I love are my perpetual pleasure.

So when that Angel of the darker Drink, at last shall find you by the river-brink, And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul forth to your Lips to quaff-you shall not shrink.

Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths; Love laps his wings on either side the heart Absorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts, So that they pass not to the shrine of sound.

You want to taste my ruby lips but fear they’ll leave a mark. Loving you is trespassing, forbidden access to an insecure heart.

I can’t sleep without knowing there’s hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips… the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.

She spoke with so much hope, the future dancing on her lips like a flame.