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

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.

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

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

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.