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

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.

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.

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 have lost my dewdrop , cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars.

I have lost my dewdrop , cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars.

The walls of my room turn gray, the world began to crumble, the flowers withered, the birds lost their wings, the paintings became colorless, the sunlight was lost and the moon was no more.

From seeds of his body blossomed the flower that liberated a people and touched the soul of a nation.

When we see the Beloved in each person, it’s like walking through a garden, watching flowers bloom all around us.

By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man’s hands.

Like wildflowers you must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would.