“Trees have heard the echoes mountains have cried in despair all alone.”

Home is you, me and, the road with books for life.

Love looks good on you never let them make you feel otherwise.

Just look at the sun who leaves with a smile so his love could shine.

In this wild world, flowers remind us we can blossom and still be soft.

If I were to die and become the star I would just twinkle to see you all the time.

You remind me of a poem I always wanted to write but never had the words to do so.

A river that flows holds no grudges so you don’t either.

Speak of happiness as flowers do even when it rains.

you are wine I could do without but don’t know how to.

Her smile is sunshine on a loud winter afternoon.

We can always walk with them in the rain instead of just lending an umbrella.

She spent time planting flowers in her heart now they bloom as they smile.

You have always been this beautiful long before they came and noticed.

Most of the things he did were naive but he read books and he sure loved her right.

I strongly feel cure of any heartbreak is good coffee and bookstore reading.

You got to love them but not as much as you ought to love yourself.