“It tastes like gold, and everything before then felt like dust. Everytime they question how beautiful your love Is.”

In you lives a love that makes oceans rivers and ponds as shallow as raindrops on a plain surface.

I pray you to find a heart that would be way too big to love in any shallow way.

Sunflowers never beg to be adored.

The eighth deathly sin; a being comfortably lowering their standards for a person who isn’t worthy or good enough to be with someone like them.

It is not your fault for not seeing any wrongs in your doing, trying so hard to hold onto someone who isn’t scared of letting you go.

Oh, love It’s amazing how your smile puts the most beautiful star to shame.

Magical, extraterrestrial, marvelous, enchanted, brave, beautiful, miraculous, royalty, a warrior, a deity. You are simply everything you are and choose to believe.

You get broken you pick yourself back up, you get scarred you wear them beautifully, things that were meant to destroy you, you overcame them with such great might.

Softhearted child, there has always been a warrior inside of you. And the only way it could have been awoken was through difficult trials and momentary pain.

How many virtuous souls do you think maybe a victim of being treated unfairly, all because of that fear of loneliness?

I hope you realize how special you are, how your existence brings light to the people around you just like the moon and the dark night sky.

There is nothing more powerful than the prayer of a woman with a good heart.

she is evolving into a queen help her adjust her crown or just let her be

Your power, undermined, your strength, underrated, your shine, hauntingly bright.

I blame myself for searching for warriors in people that were never brave enough to smile at my demons.

You are capable of so many wonderful things in the world, sometimes, I myself call you one of the many extraordinary wonders.

True beauty is reflected from within.

She is like a beautiful night. Full of stars and darkness.

Darling, Crying over beauty sometimes is fine; You are only human after all.

And through all your phases you are still beautiful.

The beauty in the suffering is not the lack of love they have, it’s the depth of love they swam into that drowned them among their highest waters.

Your poems are so beautiful I almost forgot the pain you lived to pen them-from pain comes with beautiful things.

It’s a beautiful night in Paris. It’s raining and I’d like us to love each other tonight.

And you will always be my most beautiful someone.