“Your arms are my safe place like a tree for a bird in the rain.”

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.

Your smile is an art no one should ever get hold of.

She is the sound of the rain kissing a river with all the colors of the spring.

I love you as much as one person can love another, as much as this heart can hold without breaking.

I don’t have much but sunsets and poems to remember you with.

Happiness is to just read some good books and someone to share them with.

Love them while you can with a smile and slurping wine.

It is a lonely thing to do to stare at the stars and see poetry.

Our love like a sunset was short-lived but complete.

Your hair on my skin feels like gentle brushstrokes of a wind.

She smells of thousands of sunsets and wines with a foreseeable goodbye.

Love is mostly easy at night, it is morning you got to learn about.

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

On the days that I drown deep in the rain, I must remember that it, too, will help me grow closer to the sun.

As the last cold drops of rain splattered across my face; I watched the dark, ominous clouds fade away; undressing an amalgam of exquisite colors. My soul blushed. The rainbow was warm, beautiful, and poetic. Like a love letter from god.

He smelt like spring and felt like rain the kind that cooled earth on a hot summer day.

Tainted colors in summer rain mixed with white to relieve all the pain.

Fire and rain; we either drown or we burn.

And as the rain fell and the birds kept singing, I realized that freedom is a choice.

Give me an old bookshop, rain, and memories of you.

Wildflowers need water, so I too must not chase away the rain.