“Theres no shame in needing softness if your heart speaks in flowers.”

Love her faults knowing she is a flower growing.

Give your heart time it is a gentle thing.

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.

Maybe we are supposed to break, so that through our cracks our flowers can grow.

A world without a Sabbath would be like a man without a smile, like summer without flowers, and like a homestead without a garden. It is the most joyous day of the week.

The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world’s joy.

The lotus grows out of the mud. Love the lotus; do not love the mud.

You bloom one day, you do not on another. This is life and every flower doesn’t require the same amount of sunshine.

Isn’t it a lovely thing watching flowers greet the wind as if a gentle kiss is all they need to dance.

Nothing in the whole world is of interest to me but my painting and my flowers.

The world is conditioned to admire flowers. Keep watering your roots.