“With tears in my eyes, I wished I had not let them misuse generosity.”

I look at the lines around his eyes, they are my road map to my happiness.

She had a precious light in her heart, that kept him alive in the moments he desired death, she was his savior.

This life is no less than a war for power, will you be kind enough to let me rule you, Oh my Mind?

He had her scent seeping out of pores.

I look at the mirror today and see the woman I am transforming to be, beyond measure and just wow.

She is a woman that senses the power of emotions through her core that are deep sensual triggers.

She is a she wolf, in the body of a queen, conquer and warrior with the flight of the phoenix and enveloped in the aura of shield and sword.

She is a passionate being that fills his lungs with the power of her love and raw emotions that strengthens his core,

The world we live in is a forest of frost, with crystal ice webs of lies and deception.

Her tears of pain transformed into jewels of resilience as soon as she started with soul deep self love.

Veins has always been a weakness for her and that lead to the flowing of self destructive poison for her life.

She is his shyness, pride and the symphony of his life’s orchestra.

There was a time period where she was scattered and floating with broken chips and now she is whole with gold filled strength.

She was a woman who was once dark and destructive and it took courage to stand in front of her ruthless savageness.

Warriors have emerged from the ashes of trials and sacrifices.

She was a moon, that vanished and transformed into fullness.

Most people fail in life not because they aim too high and miss, but because they aim too low and hit.

In doing something, do it with love or never do it at all.

We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that.

There is nothing more important in life than giving. Tolerance is forged when people look beyond their own desires.

In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time.

There is one difference between a long life & a great dinner; in the dinner, the sweet things come last.

In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time.

There is one difference between a long life & a great dinner; in the dinner, the sweet things come last.