“Give me love like summer rain.”

It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.

With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.

Spring is poetry poured into nature.

I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.

She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.

Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.

Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.

Lets breath magic into each other.

In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?

Summer left me like an almost lover.

If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?

Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.

I feel blurry as a reflection in water.

Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.

One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.

The way she danced through life was poetry.

When you dance by the light of the moon all the stars come out to play too.

Lipstick is the red badge of courage.

I am my own heaven and hell!

Here I am, a mosaic of becomings.

I love you like a fat kid loves cake.

Traveling – it offers you a hundred roads to adventure, and gives your heart wings!

If I were a food, I’d be a Chili because you know.. I’m hot.

She was always falling in love with the complexities of the human heart.