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

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.

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.

We fell in love because we were both summer souls.

Summer was soaked with you.

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.

When we kiss my heart’s on fire, burning with a strange desire.

At least I had that, one guy understood me.

The sun is up, the sky is blue It’s beautiful, and so are you.

We all need somebody to lean on.

I love you. I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I’ve ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, everyday we are together is the greatest day of my life. I will always be yours.

When I say forever I mean it.

Take my hand, take my whole life, too.