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

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.

You said I was sunshine breaking shadows into your night.

I personally would not have plastic surgery. What the hell for? It looks ridiculous.

Sexy doesn’t have to come with the price tag of being dumb.

The less you try to impress, the more impressive you are.

When I do get pregnant, I highly doubt I’ll be one of those women who don’t look pregnant from behind – I’ll be that chick who looks pregnant from her ankles up!

I just like to shake things up, and your hair is one way to do it.

You’re as beautiful as the moon in the wilderness of the moon.

Because it does feel important to say it really doesn’t matter what shape you are.

I have always liked the contrast between being blonde and having dark features.