“I don’t want the world but I want you in mine.”

If hearts are our homes, why do we let others break windows and throw stones?

Whole, loved and worthy just as you are.

From each scar today bloom the flowers of a kinder tomorrow.

You are already more than enough.

Don’t reorient yourself to fit in to an upside down world.

Let’s get perfectly lost recklessly joyful, let’s rest a while in this sweet reverie.

Love me as a storm would rage full force or not at all.

You keep planting sympathy in rows meant for empathy and I’m here picking weeds with tears in my eyes.

Poetry runs through tired veins reviving once sleeping souls.

Tend to your own garden and watch the beauty you begin to see in others.

Less rushing, more lingering. Less distraction, more noticing. Less comparison, more gratitude.

Stars fell in our eyes the night sky our canvas, we painted the moon red.

I was always looking at you.

Hope is the gentle salve the world needs.

In the rise and fall of all that is let me be your moon, your sun.

I will love you from afar it’s better this way because close up it hurts too much.

For the sake of goodness and love, man shall let death have no sovereignty over his thoughts.

Divine love is not something belonging to God: it is God Himself.

We’ll endure daily scars in our lives through shared adversity.

Love always elevates the character of man. It never lowers him, provided love be love.

I love you but your eyes didn’t see my worth

How you treat yourself becomes the identity others see in you.

Try to believe that still within you are flowers left to bloom.

Love is real, wait for it.