“You have a breathtaking wildfire heart.”

That sure kind of love, where jealousy has no resting place, and doubt has no home.

This world will get heavy; stay unshaken in pursuit of the light.

Unfolding into yourself, what a tender, delicate thing.

Self Love – the most delicate intimacy.

I keep falling, and feeling, and loving too much, but isn’t feeling it all existence.

Keep your heart wilder than wild.

She’s got all the wildflower energy in her veins.

She’s made up of sweet tea and poetry.

This world will get heavy; stay unshaken in pursuit of the light.

I want a love that as deep as it feels, it breathes just as free.

Where they are walls, you soften me.

Just hoping for the gentle in the unknown.

Let things break you wide open, that’s where the golden light is.

Just let the chaos in you be beautiful. You are such a soft and wild thing.

My soul just thinks your soul is pure magic.

Why else love if not to feel stars exploding in our veins.

Nature is man’s teacher. She unfolds her treasures to his search, unseals his eye, illumes his mind, and purifies his heart; an influence breathes from all the sights and sounds of her existence.

You’re in my heart, you’re in my soul. You’ll be my breath, should I grow old.

Boys with mischievous smiles and poetry hearts.

The sun-kissed ones, they leave a sweetness with you that changes the air you breathe forever.

She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.

Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.

Breathe in the pain and bring out the wounds. It’s only a process and you’ll learn to survive the rest.

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.