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

She carried the sun in her smile with her every day felt like summer.

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 golden hours on angel wings Flew o’er me and my dearie, For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.

Mozart didn’t need a scheme for his music. He played and sang with the heavenly lightness of a child.

Hint at the existence of wickedness in a light, easy, and agreeable manner, so that nobody’s fine feelings may be offended.

Sunlight is painting.

I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.

Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.

And if these incidents now seem full of significance and all of a piece, it’s probably because I’m looking at them in the light of what came later.

And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.