“If you stay long enough I’ll turn you into poetry. – please stay.”

The lord does not wade in shallow waters.

I know your story is hard to tell without choking up or caving in but the world could learn a lesson or two from the one who weathered silent storms. – silent storms.

A bleeding heart takes longer to catch up with the rationale of a busy mind. – emotions aren’t linear.

You can’t blame her for drifting away when you never asked her ship to stay. – abandonment ship.

I like my name better when its tied to yours.

As ocean waves never cease to pursue the shoreline and the sun gives his blessing over their daily union. I’m reminded of steadfast love persistent on pursuing each other. – stead fast love.

Blue green orange red. I could eat all the colors of the rainbow and still see life in black-and-white reruns I’ve watched a thousand times. – rumination.

It’s okay to slow down. (here’s the permission you don’t need.)

I’ve never known anyone I was afraid to lose until I met you. – You.

Misery doesn’t love just any company it desires the kind presence only loneliness feeds but that’s not love at all. – love doesn’t eat it bleeds.

I’ve learned that the challenge doesn’t lie in finding love but healing from those who didn’t know what love is. – lessons in love.

The weight of honesty lies heavy in sweaty palms, preparing to speak the truth to a world that is not ready to hear it. – not everyone can handle your honesty.

I hear the rain fall and suddenly I don’t feel so alone because the sky is crying too.

We make time for the things that matter most to us – I guess I didn’t matter much to myself.

I’ve learned that the challenge doesn’t lie in finding love but healing from those who didn’t know what love is. – lessons in love.

A bleeding heart takes longer to catch up with the rationale of a busy mind. – emotions aren’t linear.

Never kiss anyone who doesn’t believe in poetry.

She felt like Poetry.

Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.

I write poetry hoping that one day I fall in love with the poet.

Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.

Muhammadan law in its relation to women, is a pattern to European law. Look back to the history of Islam, and you will find that women have often taken leading places – on the throne, in the battle-field, in politics, in literature, poetry, etc.

I’ve written poetry most of my life.

As her words became poetry, the poetry became a song. As her heart became his, he became one with her.