You already have yourself and that is pretty much all that you need in life.
LEON MARSHHome is you, me and, the road with books for life.
More Leon Marsh Quotes
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If I were to die and become the star I would just twinkle to see you all the time.
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Your arms are my safe place like a tree for a bird in the rain.
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In this wild world, flowers remind us we can blossom and still be soft.
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You have always been this beautiful long before they came and noticed.
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It’s in the wilderness where the most rooted trees grow.
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Our love like a sunset was short-lived but complete.
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Your eyes are my favorite book where all of my comforts lie.
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Your hair on my skin feels like gentle brushstrokes of a wind.
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Just look at the sun who leaves with a smile so his love could shine.
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Happiness is to just read some good books and someone to share them with.
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It is insane what one heart can do to another like you have no say at all.
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It is a lonely thing to do to stare at the stars and see poetry.
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Just admire her heart you don’t have to necessarily understand it.
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Your smile is an art no one should ever get hold of.
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She looks like a summer people spend lives dreaming about.
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You got to love them but not as much as you ought to love yourself.
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To see her smile is to look at all the flowers of the world blossoming at once.
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You remind me of a poem I always wanted to write but never had the words to do so.
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You are wine I could do without but don’t know how to.
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She belongs to the sky for how her eyes sparkle like the stars reside in them.
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I love you as much as one person can love another, as much as this heart can hold without breaking.
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Speak of happiness as flowers do even when it rains.
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A river that flows holds no grudges so you don’t either.
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We can always walk with them in the rain instead of just lending an umbrella.
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She is the sound of the rain kissing a river with all the colors of the spring.
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Art is mostly a long stroll in the wilderness of one’s own heart.
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