“We all deserve to find that one special person, who sees and feels the rarity of our souls.”

I can feel you in every part of my body. I do not know how you do it, that you still linger deep inside of my veins bones DNA without even being beside me. But you do and I love that.

When you stumble and fall on your knees, it does not mean you are weak. The only important is your braveness while you stand up again and face it.

Never hold her back from the things she does, with passion in her heart and love in her soul.

LISTEN and SILENT have the same letters. It means, when someone is SILENT then LISTEN, for silence speaks volumes.

If she lets you be a part of her life, you have to understand that she thinks you know how to deal with hurricanes.

In the nights when our souls melt together into one, even the moon blushes.

Pain shapes us into writers, it cuts our veins open like a sharp knife. But while we are about to bleed dry, we turn our blood into ink.

She cannot Conquer your demons. But she can be the guiding light, which shines through the cracks of the darkest corners of your heart to blind them.

My soul is too deep for those who do not dare to dive their head under the waters surface.

Destiny broke her, but poetry saved her.

When I write poems about my feelings for you, it seems that even my words blush.

True love should give you the taste of sugar on your lips, and not the salty aftertaste of tears.

Some people don’t even know, how precious they are. That they carry heart of gold inside their chest, and enchant us every day with their shining light.

Through writing we try to give sense to the thoughts in our heads and the chaos in our souls and the scars in our hearts.

Tonight skin on skin is not close enough. I want to feel you deep within.

Write your lustful words with the invisible ink of your tongue upon every part of my body, until my mouth begins to moan every single letter in poetry.

But in that backroom or whatever it is when God confronts me with my sins, I do not believe any of the kills I had during the war will be among them. Everyone I shot was evil. I had good cause on every shot. They all deserved to die.

You deserve the kind of love that understands your gestures, your eyes, your silence.

These are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of his country; but he that stands it NOW, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.

The missed call and call back drama between men and women deserves its own user mannual.

Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.

Do not make excuses for someone not reciprocating what you give. You deserve someone who’s supportive and brings you happiness.

You deserve to be with someone who looks at you everyday with the realization that you are everything they need.

“I don’t deserve you; you deserve better” is a red flag.