“I watch the way the stars shine a little brighter when you gaze at them.”

I am everything with you and nothing without myself.

I am here with the wild and the wild with me.

You gave color to what couldn’t be.

This city reminds me of you the way you shine through the chaos.

I fell for you slowly, deeply, and some days uncontrollably.

You’ll win some, but you’ll lose me.

With storms come growth.

I wonder if she sees how the waves will leave the sea to be at her feet.

My beloved, you feel more natural than breathing.

Self-love makes us shine.

Hold on to who we are before the world tries to tear us apart.

You don’t have to stay forever but come love me now.

Some souls just burn for each other.

You see yourself as broken pieces but you remind me of stars.

You need you the most.

I’d give her the world but all she wants are sunsets.

When writing poetry, it is not that produces a bright idea, but the bright idea that kindles the fire of.

I think America is still a bright, shining city on the hill – not because we’re perfect but because we struggle in our imperfections every day.

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white.

The night is full of stars but none glows as bright as you.

There may be a brighter star. But through my eyes the light of you is all I see.

When she shines, she shines bright. Radiant I suppose. Kind for kindness, she lights up to be seen.

Faith is like a bright ray of sun light. It enables us to see God in all things as well as all things in God.

You little star that shines so bright you make the whole sky look glorious from a million miles away.