“You said I was sunshine breaking shadows into your night.”

If this should end in fire come, fill this desire.

It is not the world I fear but what becomes of me; when you disappear so understand it is you I cannot sacrifice with you in my life-I’ll suffice.

If you are a painter my love, then I will be your writer.

Tell me about the city you grew up in, how you like to take your tea let me see the world through your eyes; be the muse to my literacy.

In the cold you left me, that is how my love for you came to be.

You shall have all that is in this garden.

I loved you as Icarus loved the sun, too close, too much.

I want a love that meets me half way. A love filled with chivalry as if it were written in old days.

Who am I to write about love when I don’t know the very definition of it, It seems, love itself does not favor me.

In each passing day, I hope I love you less but somehow this love stays and my heart is yours nonetheless.

If I can have what I want then I’d have the stars the moon, the skies and a love where it shines through your eyes.

This spring along with flowers, I hope you bloom as my love has, one season too soon.

For the rest of my life I will stay by his side. A union this world could never divide.

In my heart where I’ve built a wall, you grew loving vines in my days of doubts and gray clouds, you said; “in my eyes, darling you shine” Maybe you loved me then but I know, I loved you too late.

In your song let me be the words & in two we don’t have to sing in thirds.

Come & see how my heart came to be it is bare for you to see as proof these poems are the tangible forms of my heart.

My wings of hope unfurl soaring through the broken battlefields of life. On a journey to plant myself and bloom in iridescent rays of reverie.

Are you my poison or my solace? Leaving me disconcerted and blue.. Disguised in a bliss or elixir behind menace? Hard to live WITH OR WITHOUT YOU!

Of all the lies I have ever lived, my favorite was You and I.

Love is not always worth sacrificing yourself.

Losing yourself is not worth for temporary people.

I’ve experienced departure far too much to have the courage and call anyone my own.

Sometimes life breaks us and buries us alive, but that is how we find our purpose and rise bloom in love.

Some people can be in your memories but not in your life.