“She’s made up of sweet tea and poetry.”

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.

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.

She blooms wild and burns bright.

She’s a jesus lover who likes to dance with the devil sometimes.

I was raised on the mountains, and you thought I’d be afraid of a little thunder?

Night conceals a world but reveals a universe.

I’d rather take coffee than compliments now.

She burned too bright for this world.

It’s her black wings that make her beautiful.

I was born to chase peace and love wild things. I was born a beautiful bohemian paradox.

Many Moods, Many Faces!