“I may soak up your sadness and sorrows but how I live for your joys.”

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.

All too often it’s the very bravest of hearts, that break so easily.

There is beauty within that I’m learning to see.

In her eyes, the sadness sings-of one who was destined, for better things.

The sad thing is, she said, the moment you start to miss someone, it means they’re already gone.

We do have, I’m sad to say, a fifth column that is living within our own countries that is utterly opposed to our values, we’re going to have to be a lot braver… in standing up for our Judaeo-Christian culture.

Sadness is no more than a bit of acid transfixed in the cerebellum.

I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.

Sadness is no more than a bit of acid transfixed in the cerebellum.

Life is like a box of sardines and we are all looking for the key.

You reach out your hand, but you’re all alone, in those time passages.