“And I will love you from your beautiful chaos to your moonlight smile.”

You are the gift I will never tire of unwrapping.

How empty yet curiously heavy, my hands without yours.

And when you’re ready knock softly upon this heart, for love sleeps within.

Beauty in her chaos, and stories in her scars.

You are my dreams by day, and my every waking thought all night.

And when the rain falls come dance with me in puddles instead of drowning.

Love is free, so give it generously.

I have nothing to offer you, but an endless love and a handful of dreams.

And even in such a temporary world, my love for you will always remain.

Often the ugliest of scars are worn by the most beautiful people.

Poetry will always be my way to watch joy dance and make heartache sing.

And I will love you always, as if I ever had a choice.

I miss most of all, the very pieces of you that I never met.

Dust off your heart and let it love once more.

And I will love you completely, or I will love you not at all.

Try as you might you will not tame this heart of mine, which will always love you wildly.

I asked what you love, you said, ‘Anything with words.’

There is beauty in the chaos of living

The world is a diamond cut from our surprise.

Oh, law and order! I often think it is that that is at the bottom of all the misery in the world.

Beauty is something wonderful and strange that the artist fashions out of the chaos of the world in the torment of his soul. And when he has made it, it is not given to all to know it.

Only in chaos are we conceivable.

Success means participating fully in the conscious evolution of humanity, contributing to the shift in time to avoid the chaos and disasters foreseen.

Painting is the passage from the chaos of the emotions to the order of the possible.