“You make my life meaningful, she smiled at the woman looking at her in the mirror.”

She has a bunny, that sleeps on her palm, he wished it was his hand in her palm instead.

Her veins are filled with the ink that writes onto the paper of her life and canvas.

She kneeled in front of him and drank away the teardrops, that was the power she held with her healing aura.

She is the lighthouse that guards the ship, the shore, the sea of his life, without her, there is no him.

Her end was her beginning, and her every new start was the end to her old version.

She wanted him to touch her velvety plush and blossom core, till she moans out words of prose and poetry.

Her thunders, storms, lightning, are destructive or life-giving but it all depends on who is standing in front of her.

She wish to read the minds of those who smiled wickedly at her, let her be the wolf to devour madness.

She is a woman, with softness in her smiles and pores but a steel firm core that is an epitome of strength.

Will you cherish me or ravish me with your wildness, if you were to know who I am in reality?

She stood at the tip of obstacles, but never blind to the light of faith.

It pains to be insulted every time you breathe when I am your oxygen but you have to wish to breathe.

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.

Just as darkness is sometimes defined as the absence of light, so age is defined as the absence of youth.

The most mighty of nature’s laws is this, that out of Death she brings Life.

All deep, earnest thinking is but the intrepid effort of the soul to keep the open independence of her sea, while the wildest winds of heaven and earth conspire to cast her on the treacherous, slavish shore.

Happiness depends on being free, and freedom depends on being courageous.

We get something to do and as soon as we’ve got it, it gets us.

Yes, you’ve got to sing from the depths of the heart.

Look closer and you’ll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.

Where are we really going? Always home.