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

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.

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.

The most beautiful gift that a writer can receive is to know that the reader can feel the emotions in every word.

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

Innocence is not accustomed to blush.

Too late. I’ve already seen the blush. Stop trying to hide it from me. I think it’s adorable.

Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.

When women stops blushing, she has lost the most powerful weapon of charm.

Blushing is the color of virtue.

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

When someone blushes, doesn’t that mean ‘yes’?

Blushing is the most peculiar and most human of all expressions.