“The only thing you ever take is my breath, the rest I give willingly.”

Though she be little she had the heart to dream big, by the pocketful.

Don’t try to fix me, just wrap your arms around my broken and love my pieces.

My love you can be both the flower, beautiful and delicate and the warrior, brave and strong.

And I love it most, when you come to me wearing nothing but that smile.

Don’t gift me your wings, if you have no intention of letting me fly.

We’ll be beautiful in sunshine and through rainstorms, standing together.

I do not fear letting you see my flaws, for I believe you will still love me exactly as I am.

And it is because you loved me, that I learned to love myself.

She is the living embodiment of all the beauty and grace that she looks for.

You will always be my greatest strength, and my only weakness.

Love is simply light and until you came along, I lived in the dark.

And I stopped looking for love after you left, for I knew exactly where it was.

Be my ocean and carry me adrift, I long to be swept away.

In the dead of the night I wonder how moonlight tastes upon your lips.

Saturate me with you, and never let me dry.

How jealous I am of the sun, who gets to kiss you each morning before I do.

Rest satisfied with doing well, and leave others to talk of you as they please.

A man needs his rest.

Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.

There is no rest for the person who has envy, and there is no love for the person who has bad manners.

I’m on my way to happiness, where I can find some peace and rest.

Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.

Our hearts have been made for you, O God, and they shall never rest until they rest in you.

Rest, nature, books, music – such is my idea of happiness.